Because He's Made Of Flesh

In this fair nakedness I kneel
Head between my shaking hands
Vision blurred from ice tears dripping
From a cold champagne
To shatter, amplified by the echoes
Of another heartache-over
And the symptoms of a crimson
Unspeakable need
A mutual urge for warmth
Only a glimpse of it in the stained glass
The wine, all red and black and pale
And colorful and dull
A memoir left in times of haste
Dance with me, for the night calls
I'm losing each and every part
Only dust now dances wild

Counting the hours ticking by
The liquids surround me as I lay here
Standing by the mirror
Undressing slowly, as if you watch
Here in my nakedness I kneel
Moving by the sleeping windows
Because he's made of flesh
And I am nothing but the blood
Scream for me, won't you bleed for me
I'll accept you between my legs now!
Come hard and fast so I can die in you
The soil beneath me yawns
You were so warm, a mutual need?
What's mutual in this hunger?
Your beauty's gray and wet
And sound and colorful and dull

Because he's made of flesh, and fingernails and aching colors
Scream my angel, scream! I'll cut your wings for I have none!
The liquids wash away, drain and surround me with your own, then!
Your broken wings to jewel my bones, my tongue to voice your aches

Because he's made of flesh!
And the creation and the passion
Because he's made of flesh
The burning rivers and the heat
Because he's made of flesh
Behind the truth once in a memoir
Because he's made of flesh
In this red wineglass or his crete

Rage, rage, rage
And the flames would go up and heat it all!
It is power, this is creation!
This is passion, in its rich, sweet, destructive burn!
Won't you share it now, ladies and gentlemen?

And take it all!
Take my strength and my memories
Take my love, take my pain
Take him, for God's sake, take everything
Take me whole and leave me here
Unable to breathe, take me whole

I'll be so warm above you
Let me taste you now
Let me hear you cry for me only once
Come on
Let's hear you now

Because he's made of flesh

Take everything
Everything
And burn
And burn, and burn

Into the river now! He's made of flesh and dreadful colors
And feathers, you don't need them here, to fly from your dark crete
And where are yours now? I'm not burnt! I'm kneeling, blind and silent
In nakedness once sought, in dripping cold sweat of champagne

Because he's made of flesh!
And blood, and fingernails and no more!
The tide is now a stain behind me, climbing to the shore
Wet, soaking, panting, drained of everything
But bones and colors
Because he's made of flesh and blood
But I am made of fire