I saw you eyeing up that skull
And by those old gods
You looked wonder-full
My bones shook in the ossuary
From the cold night breeze of January
You had glowing skin
I wanted to look in.
You melted white
As the moon
And I hummed a simple contrite
Little tune
That was drowned out by the spirited wind
And against the leftover rib cages we were pinned,
Lunar white glowing skin
I wanted to look in.
I took the trouble
To get to know you well
But the trouble
Was watching those lips
Not the stories you tell
Our teeth chattered in the ossuary
From the cold night breeze of January
You’ve had glowing skin
I wanted to look in.
