Can you stich
Insides that are torn?
Can I watch you strip
These clothes that don’t make me a man?
We’ll celebrate then.
Under the rain, hold my hand,
I don’t want this scene to fade.
I want happiness in this life,
That they said I’ve made.
I want you, like you want me to.

In my many moods I’ve watched you grow.
Watched colours change beneath my hide,
Seen them change from dark to mellow.
Makes my heart explode with delight,
These desires of many years,
The lust of many silent moons.
Don’t limit this to what you understand between your ears,
In our beasts there is love, there is rune.
Don’t you want happiness in this life?
Don’t you want me to see the poetry in your eye?

Sometimes it is so hard to control,
Sometimes I don’t want to let go.
But without abandon, what will you know,
What will I hold on to, when I am no longer 24?
But yes, I do want to forget,
That you are here to stich,
Insides that are torn.
In a celebration I wish to lay you down,
Please the gods, drink of secret wisdom & let rain wash us clean,
I want you, like you want me to.