Across A Thousand Blades
Sam Rosenthal
angel, why am I so blind?
the room: sweat pouring, eastern incense
warm red embers within amber flesh
slithering naked across a thousand blades
...across a thousand blades
I hold you gently, your eyes so far away
searching for your justice
searching for your innocence
lost as a child adrift on a lonely sea
...on a lonely sea
burn my memory, burn my outline
the tears scream to scar your unpierced flesh
shattered mirrors reflecting back your face
'let your defenses fall'
your candles never burned me
the ashes fall to the ground
...as you try to pierce my poisoned flesh
as I try to pierce your tortured heart
