I saw you then
My teeth twitching
What is this dance?
A waltz you say?
Oh, my! How fine!
And if there is such
Grand delusion
Are we to be forbidden?
I who did so thirst
To wish a paining of your words
Upon my lips
Unto my breast
Heaving
The breath of life
Does fall.
Risen is this new desire
From blood of old.
No angel sits straight with me
Her eyes wander from my glance
And she does not dance.
Somber
You are cool to my touch
Waiver not
My conscience is past
It is then I speak of
Now is yet to be set to music.