In the stale cold night of winter
In the stinging light of day
We can all see
The lingering loves of the past
Cleopatra would be jealous of this catastrophe
She would likely wish to be where I am now
And she would scream in the agony of my pain
It would be a real defeat for me
“Today we lived a thousand years . . .
All we have is now”
That is the truth
There is no time for us
Not a chance that we could truly love
At least not for you
Were you really scared of my truth?
I will never know
I can never see the light lick your skin
I can never taste the burning feel of your flesh
I can never baptize myself in your eyes
I can never give you my love
And while it may all be true
While I know the realness of it all
I am still hoping you will change your mind
And cling to me only