Cold Light

This is about having a fantasy of an illicit encounter but being aware enough to know it would only end in tears.  So the question was why go through that for an inevitable heartbreak?  Better to acknowledge the connection, make it conscious and let it go.

 

The cold light of day
No
The warm light
Of a day in May maybe
When we know finally
Realisation dawns early
That it can’t happen here
It couldn’t happen here
Nor in our secreted stolen places
Ours
Not ours
Never really ours

So instead why tempt?
Why torture for smell
For taste, for wet, for hot sweat, for hard?
Cut it
Just mourn
Go straight there
Leave it at what it was

Cut to
Fuck, wet, hot force me
Out of my hands hot
Out of my hands hard
Old and new
Know this, do not know enough
Want it, your fuck

Cut to
Together
Mourning
Go straight there
To things that were never there
We are still together
We were never together

Cut it now

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