In two minds, in two hearts it stirs, In the light of the sleepy rain, Each glance is a love letter in itself, Scarlet ink, my heart’s memory, Crashing against the frail rocks, Bled by my tears,
Could another hold me like him, Could another sooth my shivers, And cast aside my fears?
I betray myself again, To the men I love, He came cloaked in January frost, You came cloaked in a December storm,
I walk as if by night, And nothing stands between me, And this longing for sight and flesh and breath,
I talked with you last night, By the hearth of my heart Weeping, And I begged you not to die I begged you not to fade away,
I looked into his eyes and asked, Please don’t let this feeling whither, The rose cutting falls to earth, The last sense of purpose, Don’t break me, oh God don’t break me in two,
And I wait for him, for you, To walk through that door and hold me, I wait for kisses from you, from him, And wait for both bodies, both loves, To ease into me as one,
