What is this change? What’s been stripped?
It’s as if into a celestial light
some black ink had been dripped.
Where are you? Lost? Why do your eyes turn aside?
What truth have you hid behind this infernal disguise?
Does it, perhaps, hide a lie?
I’ll look right into your eyes.
I’ll ask and ask until you reply,
Crash and crash upon your rocks,
until at last this silence stops.
Cut the cards, lover, and deal me in.
Love is best when played by two going all-in:
Two laughing at the same inside joke,
Two heats rubbed together can defeat cold,
Two souls sharing alike both the sinful and holy.
Cut the cards, lover, and deal me in.
Love is best when played by two going all-in:
Two clenched boxers, two embattled heroes,
Two people for “I do’s” and “Adio’s,”
Two for sharing everything or a row of zeros.
What’s grown faded? What got broken?
It’s almost as if from upstairs, handfuls of glass were being thrown down.
Who was in the wrong? And whom should I let go?
Should I take you back in my arms again?
Or should I jump down your throat?