Man In An Emerald Hourglass

You kiss me ablaze with that beautiful mouth Sing to my skin as you’re traveling south Hold me and mold me like clay in your hands Grasp grains of truth as you’re sifting the sands Your eyes are pure emeralds, are embers that glow Eyes that are wiser than they dare to show Can’t you see us together at the end of the world? Can’t you see our forever, our future unfurled? They called you the prophet, the prodigal son Now there’s no one for me if you’re not the one The salt that I taste, is it sweat? Is it tears? When I kiss away all your pain and your fears I felt your heart beating behind that cracked wall And I heard you pleading far down that black hall Where rag dolls and rats were our mutual friends And our love was a love without any end Can we break free and flee, and finally take flight? Can I hold you right here for just one more night? Where the shape of our souls interwoven could be A butterfly, an hourglass, or infinity.