II.
At the corner of 8th and God Street
I met you, blistering comet
Heady did I find myself...
silenced in your wake
Stumbling, staggering
dropping friends to the asphalt
while fear and filth lingered
echoes in your mind
A plea to whisk away
to leave a boorish lout
for favor of enigma
and promise of anything more
Cheek upon a thigh
a wanton dare
starved to death
heart to throat was nigh
We swallowed the moon
spat out the sun
and birthed Forever there
fruit upon the Vine
At the corner of 8th and God Street
I met you, blistering comet
Heady did I find myself...
silenced in your wake
Stumbling, staggering
dropping friends to the asphalt
while fear and filth lingered
echoes in your mind
A plea to whisk away
to leave a boorish lout
for favor of enigma
and promise of anything more
Cheek upon a thigh
a wanton dare
starved to death
heart to throat was nigh
We swallowed the moon
spat out the sun
and birthed Forever there
fruit upon the Vine