A Knight in Grimey Armour, left out of breath
Are you my glories bride?
in the moments when I breathe without?
A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt....
Will you lie a little,
kiss my hand and give the signal?
Will you be my glories bride?
I’ll show you how to breathe without,
when I love with my eyes,
and sleep with your mouth.
Will you put it in writing?
Sign the line,
commence the biting?
So you are my glories bride!
Wrapped in white,
timid to the light,
and afraid to be naked.
A gift to be graded and you must breathe without.
Perfect your sigh,
remind me I was right,
to expose you from the inside out.
Now I can get to know you,
and we will always, breathe without.
(2011)
