Sting

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

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