When my lover has gone to bed

 Written by Tanya Singh 

 

When my lover has gone to bed,/                   Slay me down like your merry song,

The one angels fear to sing,/      Out of vengeance for their masters tied to chains,

Take it from me, it has been too old, my ferry that danced on oil that intervened the vales of water,

Take it from me,/       Death draped in satin slips over wine, and I have seen,

And the birds are singing dead,

Take it from me,  the ivory has melted to dusk, like petals of marigold to dust,

Take it from me,/                            The way ice frolics in fire, myriad dreams that wither,

And I shall know it again when the east is crowned and then,

My lover has gone to bed,

My lover had gone to bed.

 

 

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