Thursday, September 6, 2012

Come loving black-browed night

Yes passion does make
fools of us all
we fly in its wake
and falter and fall

Though carnal sin
seems deadlier still
than greed or wrath
or envy will

Yet I deliver
vile deeds sans thought
and the preacher's admonition
does come to naught

Let me be damned
ne'er was I free
and burn though I may
for eternity

My sin is purged
from my lips, by yours
let paradise close
its golden doors

I will endure,
with joy, this pain
Sin from thy lips?
Give me my sin again.

1 comment:

  1. this seems interesting... worth a discussion whenever we talk next! :)