Thieving Baby’s Breath

Your crumbs will lead you forever lost
While our dust runs rife with cold
I return to my fangs because
I love them most
And our blood runs thick with gold

Lean low to her lips…
Thieving baby’s breath

The faces may change that
The torture remains
I express my shame in abstract ways
This torch had more use than
Seeing in the dark
As it met the head of a sleepy dilettante

Lean low to her lips…
Thieving baby’s breath

You must learn to separate
Forever from nothing