The morning gives me no solace:
It has come with heat and light
And I find myself asking
For the dark horns of the night.
Then I find love, soaked in desire,
Wrapped up in your arms and hair,
Smells of burgers and coffee,
Snarled sheets hiding all that’s bare.
The sun brings in the future,
The future has torn the heart,
Time sheds light on the knowledge,
That soon you and I must part.
Families, jobs, money wait;
The sun brings them all back in;
I fear what the world might say,
How you were lead in to sin.
The sun burns my exposed skin,
All hair shines like molten fire;
The sun just shows me the truth,
The stars just show me desire.
I could wait for the next moon:
Who knows just what I might get;
But memories of ones before
Depend on how soon you’ll forget.
The sun barges through the window.
I lean back and draw the curtain.
I note: it’s only his return
Of which I am fully certain.