I wake up and whisper out-of-worldly woes
Of how I rose in your name and in your name I am composed
I whisper so I can measure how sincere I can be
But, scrupulosity is the sister of satan
And the cousin of the angels that left heaven
And now walk upon the Earth.
I am composed,
I am sure that in my name is my ultimate goal –
only through loving your name.
But the night before this morning
I posed under a moon’s light,
And cried a wolf’s cry, attracted the Dark away from The Dark
And entered the parked horse and carriage
Which then lead me to my lover’s patronage
Oh, my lover’s patronage.
He provided for me last night, and loved me like he shouldn’t
He encouraged me to love him without prudence
So he fucked me hard and I fucked him right back.
I love him limitlessly but I’ve never been taught to
You love me limitlessly, why didn’t you teach me to?
Brought to a halt, I fall upon your unspoken cult of questionable faults put upon me
And broke my bespoke faith for the rest of the night.
Bright lights and horns on the motorway, I find my way home.
You told me to love creation, and I’m loving you both.
I love Love so much I want you to watch me make love to myself.
Is there enough room for three of us plus two more for our egos?
Until I get the answer, I’ll love my lover like he’s a placebo
Standing in place for you.
And if there isn’t enough room
I’ll love you one day, then I’ll just pray I love you the next.