© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
She washed up on the shore just as he was contemplating the sea, she
had the shape of the now and the sense of what could be, she took her
stride down the beech; her verbatim beauty unaware, her eyes never
betrayed her direction but she knew he was there, the sky seemed to
fawn; the world a snake to her will, the temptation he nourished hurt
bad enough to cauterize the kill, so he tracked the aching arch of her
footprints to the palace of her flesh, bit into the rotten apple of the
world and the fruit of her tongue made it fresh. With all the wonder it
takes to bring the moon into her eyes of Eden, your heart could leak
from your soul before you even knew you were bleeding, now time is
out of sync and season with the habit of his plans, but he gets the frst
taste of his pride as he sees her body strolling down the street of any
mans, she moves like some new direction that has never seen the ruin
of travel, distance is the price you pay for this motion as you watch her
myth unravel, but he suffers the dreamless regions of this orbit for this
perigeal ecstasy, this defeat is like a childhood it conquers so casually.
And he stumbles dances falls and flies, performs a dream behind her
closed eyes, attends the banquet of her gourmet sighs.
A rush of stars form a galaxy by her laws, where he’s careful to avoid
the trick of her claws, destiny disfigured in his passions pause.
Her beauty could cure the very nature of disease, but it’s just a sky
draped in a rainbows tease, definitively innocent of the brutal art to
She is ordained by the ministers of his desire, to turn the voice of his
conscience into a liar, certain that burning is the logic of fire.
He gave up his bed of solid earth for her interpretation of his dream,
she turned the water of his wine into the heat of his steam, she taught
his unschooled passion the nature of it’s calling, she resolved his fear
of flight with an angels dread of falling. He has been inside of her; seen
thru her eyes; spent his flame and fury in her grace, washed her feet in
scents and oils and cracked the mirror of her face, filtered light and
focused shadow anticipating; the next exit wound he can leave in, he
treats his belief in her like a toy; seeks her savage kiss when in need of
something to believe in.