Metanoia

I was a boy
Fragile in a crimson creek
So unaware
Tickled by your tepid teeth
Your eyes were a fire
Oh, I’d be a liar
If I said
I didn’t love the burn
Fashioned to a pyre
Marred by desire
A lesson I never learned

And some nights
I make believe
You’re lying next to me
You’re lying here
In moments so gentle and sweet
You’ll get the best of me
And it’s so everclear
That you are
The one that I love
And that I’ll be
Forever enamored
By all
That once was

You found a boy
Emphatic, lacking apathy
He passed the test
Steady in the crimson creek
A shepherd to the low
A timed and tethered tow
In wake of my incompetence
Some things I’ll never know
Turn to hide, show
Sheltered by late light laments

And some nights
I make believe
You’re lying next to me
You’re lying here
In moments so gentle and sweet
You’ll get the best of me
And it’s so everclear
That you are
The one that I love
And that I’ll be
Forever enamored
By all
That once was