I would that I could but have tasted
your blood whilst we were in the steps of that furious, that carnal
dance
I know this communion shall never be
ours, I know this because there is no light in you, no light in your
glance
I was a boy, and you were a woman, I
was arrayed as a prince in my dress
I burst forth, and you hid, you fled,
and all you emotions did repress
I would that our eyes had met, and in
that one simple moment our two beating hearts would have been seared
I know that this creation will never be
ours, I know now what it was that I feared
I was a dog, and you were a queen,
resplendent in your glory
I grovelled and you grinned, laughed at
my appearance; gory
I would that we had fallen into the
fire of our own making, and would have in its warm embrace burned
together
I would that we had bled, had cried
that our bond had been made crystal, had been made stone forever and
ever
I know that this joy will never shared,
I know now that it is meant, ordained to be over
I was a lover, and you were a prize, I
became arrogant in my pride
I wanted you to be, I wished for you to
be forever at my side
I was a boy, and you were a woman, I
played the man, strong and firm
I spoke as a man, stood as a man, but I
was not a man, I did not learn
I would that I could see you face
again, feel you hand in mine, hear you soft voice
I know when I do, sorrow will make a
nest in my heart, it is done, I made my choice
I would that I had felt your heart
beat, felt the breath of your mouth, and wiped away your tears
I know now that I never had what I
thought, I know now your breath was as a vapor, all my fears
I would that I had never said what I
said an hundred times
I know that I will never be tried of
these, my crimes
I would that I receded into the black,
and stayed away
I know that I could not have, I had to
stand and face the day
I would that I was only ever your
friend, only ever a brother
I know that the pain will find me, if
ever you find another
I would that you were ever only my
friend, only ever a sister
I know the blood will burn me, if ever
I find another
I would that I never did dedicate my
writ
I know now that my name is only ever as
spit
I would that my infernal passion was
not of flesh and blood
I know now that all my work, my effort
should be thrown in the mud
I would that we stay as companions
I know that gone are the old affections
I would that could we laugh and talk
I know that we will never again walk
I would that we be glad in this all
I know I shall need to pick myself up,
for again I fall
