The Accidents Of Gesture by Rome
you were wrong
you let hell invade you and you let me go
love wants to be both gentle and cruel
you were a fool, you should have known
and would you wear berries in your hair
for this battalion of lovers?
and would you share this table
set among the stones of your brothers?
i thought i had no wish to protect you, to conquer you
but now i have turned to you
so leave death and come to me
you will see, i will leave no scar on you
for you were meant to be with me, here
for we are built, trained, conditioned to disappear
we shall stay in the shadows, in the meadows afire
as thieves for hire
and we shall remain invisible, for we travel light
for we do not rush toward the light
for we dance if we can with our eyes closed
all along the borders, all along the road
and we shall make our movements lighter
like the boys on the wire
to regain the joy and fierceness
of the essential man
cool out here, beside me
cool out in the sands of Spain
cool out and wash yourself in milk again
and now you shall moan and you shall weep
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