Watching for the lover in the dark

Watching for the lover in the dark




She is the light in my sins
The darkness in my three miracles,
I am the saint in her prostitution,
And the killer to her little girl innocence
And the way she watches me in the bedroom
Calls out to me to be a sinner
And the way she kisses me in the car calls out to me
to be her saint
So I call out her name in the dark after she has died
And reach out for her in the sunlight after she has
ran away
And call out to her ghost But her scent lingers
On my finger tips
And her light shines in my eyes
But she is nothing anymore
Except a memory and a telephone call in the night

© Rik Woods 2004