A halted herd of horses by a hill I will ascend -
if I am to be a beginning must I be an end?
The pleasant call of alcohol, like a siren in a glen,
and come nightfall might I stay with you again?
O! With you again!
Fennec foxes nestled in a den.
A broken band of brothers spurn the land they cannot flee.
If I am to escape might I be free?
But I'm disinclined to set my mind on that which shall not be.
And then our legs entwined, your body next to me.
You're next to me -
boats pulled on the shore out from the sea.
The leeching, lurid language of a note behind a pin -
has will gained strength or is patience wearing thin?
The subtle sounds that grace these grounds struck dumb by daytime din -
are you coming 'round, or are you giving in?
Are you giving in?
Left to visit "places you had been?"
A halted herd of horses by a hill I will ascend -
if I am to be a beginning must I be an end?
The pleasant call of alcohol, like a siren in a glen,
and come nightfall might I stay with you again?
O! With you again!
Fennec foxes nestled in a den.
Sirens in the glen,
labored lovers lingering in bed.
Hills I will ascend,
captive creatures curled up in a pen.
Must I be an end?