Lover's Chant

In the swing of a door,

And a count of four,

Tell me so, tell me so,

That you love me more.


Close your cold, dark eyes,

Look up to the skies,

Find yourself well immersed

In the rein of the dyes.


Pray your heart is true,

Find me now anew,

Don’t get lost, don’t get lost:

Fall prey to renew.


Warm and dark with lust,

Fight it all, you must;

If it’s light that you seek,

Dive into the dusk.


But the clock ticks on;

Home you’d better run,

Forget-me-nots help me not,

In the pattern of sun.

The End

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