Because He's Made Of Flesh

In this fair nakedness I kneel

Head between my shaking hands

Vision blurred from ice tears dripping

From a cold champagne

To shatter, amplified by the echoes

Of another heartache-over

And the symptoms of a crimson

Unspeakable need

A mutual urge for warmth

Only a glimpse of it in the stained glass

The wine, all red and black and pale

And colorful and dull

A memoir left in times of haste

Dance with me, for the night calls

I'm losing each and every part

Only dust now dances wild

Counting the hours ticking by

The liquids surround me as I lay here

Standing by the mirror

Undressing slowly, as if you watch

Here in my nakedness I kneel

Moving by the sleeping windows

Because he's made of flesh

And I am nothing but the blood

Scream for me, won't you bleed for me

I'll accept you between my legs now!

Come hard and fast so I can die in you

The soil beneath me yawns

You were so warm, a mutual need?

What's mutual in this hunger?

Your beauty's gray and wet

And sound and colorful and dull

Because he's made of flesh, and fingernails and aching colors

Scream my angel, scream! I'll cut your wings for I have none!

The liquids wash away, drain and surround me with your own, then!

Your broken wings to jewel my bones, my tongue to voice your aches

Because he's made of flesh!

And the creation and the passion

Because he's made of flesh

The burning rivers and the heat

Because he's made of flesh

Behind the truth once in a memoir

Because he's made of flesh

In this red wineglass or his crete

Rage, rage, rage

And the flames would go up and heat it all!

It is power, this is creation!

This is passion, in its rich, sweet, destructive burn!

Won't you share it now, ladies and gentlemen?

And take it all!

Take my strength and my memories

Take my love, take my pain

Take him, for God's sake, take everything

Take me whole and leave me here

Unable to breathe, take me whole

I'll be so warm above you

Let me taste you now

Let me hear you cry for me only once

Come on

Let's hear you now

Because he's made of flesh

Take everything

Everything

And burn

And burn, and burn

Into the river now! He's made of flesh and dreadful colors

And feathers, you don't need them here, to fly from your dark crete

And where are yours now? I'm not burnt! I'm kneeling, blind and silent

In nakedness once sought, in dripping cold sweat of champagne

Because he's made of flesh!

And blood, and fingernails and no more!

The tide is now a stain behind me, climbing to the shore

Wet, soaking, panting, drained of everything

But bones and colors

Because he's made of flesh and blood

But I am made of fire