October in Her Arms

The other men could never understand
The cards you dealt with a trembling hand
But I’ve watched time run through a glass as sand
Burning each second like it was the last in the land
I saw heaven exposed through bloodshot eyes
I gave you the sun one early morning
And then I kissed your thighs
You repaid all of this with the dew from your lips

When it gets to this
There is nothing left to do but quit

When it gets to this
We must do what we can to forget

Reviews

[just rose.]

The last two stanzas of this are sublime.