I wrote this with someone very special in mind who just entered into a relationship with a girl. I liked her a lot without realising it, and it's only now that I've come to understand that she got under my skin a long time ago:
On the park bench at midnight
Two hands joined two hands,
And met brittle union under Virgo,
Where the breeze carried
Their whispered confessions
Over the moon.
She would hold her hand,
Like she would a knife;
Hard, cold, and with fear,
But like a child is innocent,
She was void of hatred.
Forbidden by a sunless day,
Hidden by a cloudless night,
They cry in each other’s arms,
As doves of a cruel world,
As roots of the same gnarled tree.
As I watched those doves welcome pain,
In their everlasting embrace,
Across that endless battlefield,
Their affections became real,
And their smiles became constellations.
And I want their happiness to flourish
And I want them to spread their wings,
To escape those that taboo their romance,
And curse their flight.
If they could taste their painful bruises,
If they could hear their souls weep pearls,
And if they could know their gracious harmony,
Perhaps they would see only love.
...or just paranoid?