Your hands have touched the wonders
no one can delineate
and the forgotten fingerprints on
the debris of my ribs, once intact.
Rome is going to fall tonight,
do you know the cathedrals
miss your voice, yes you sinned
but you have carried the guilt
far too long for their remission.
Can the bells stop ringing yet?
I can still hear the alarms
going off in the background,
so what if I fell for you,
aren't we allowed to go astray
once in a while?
Sweet lies taste better than
your wine, red and bold like
The God who smile
at the blood moon,
so can you say again
that you would not fall this time?
