Midnight Email
Midnight Email
Night burns both ends of the candle
Full bent upon those wilderness horses
Tearing in their stampede chains
As this scarlet sangria swallows its taste of regret
Heated on the words
Caught between my heart and throat
When the larynx wish for love
Do they cough their silence
With too many cigarettes
I love you too much to crumble
At the pillars of my salt
Or to deny the impossible
And hasten to the ruin of my blood
Midnight then fails to impart
The cold sweat of loss
By thirty degrees tossed unsleeping
On a burning bed of want
And never quench my thirst
Isis, oh Isis, cry to the prow of stars
And lay a blessed hand
Upon a troubled brow
Turn calico fortune to a thread of silk
Weaved into the tapestry of her heart
I hear the stampede
Tearing horses wild at their chains
Full burning on both the candles ends
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