Sacrilege

I see your eyes like sapphire
Staring through the steam
Hungry in the afterglow
Of when you were demeaned

The steam upon your body
Leaves you feeling cold
No rope upon the wrists now
Just love to make you whole

Shaking hands they bathe you
You tend to me as well
We’ve found a new sedition
Though others wouldn’t know

Somewhere in the heavens
The gods have lost their way
Their love is in a duffle bag
No longer are they living

If they looked upon us
I know just what they’d see
Something that they’ll never have
Something lost in their dreams

© 2006, Mosquitobyte