Friday 23 May 2014

Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and pestle
My Friday night ritual
I've been crushing on you for years

Dressed up in your latex suit
The red light gleaming off your boots
I'll see you again in Xanadu

The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
Takes off your prison smock
Cleared of your crimes

Time is always relative
The extract filters through the sieve
I still feel your lips upon my face

Bitter as a poison leaf
More certain than true, just, belief
Darling, I'm floating your way

The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
Takes off your prison smock
Cleared of your crimes

When I heard you singing late
Rope held in your hands
My summer sense migrated
To far crepuscular lands
Now I can hear that tune
Sounding in my dome
The more I taste of the red moon
The less I am alone

The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
Takes off your prison smock
Cleared of your crimes
The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
They've picked your mind's last lock
And you are sublime

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