Daffodils in Handfuls

Tulips kiss to stain my sweater red

As the blood in the cup of faith

Is a fickle thing, don’t you know?

How the rain feels where it wraps my fingers in cold

As the bones in the flesh of the sinner sits

In a corner to keep the monster in line of sight

With no breath left to muster up

The chain of command the way all good soldiers do

Not keep things from me, my love, we talked about this

Is not enough to keep me here

We are and yet the water reflects back one bruise, not two

Of us would be easier, if we were true

To the way we look, like manifested pain

Is a luxury because it means you’ve seen pleasure

Is a common good you can get if you want it

Takes a hell of a lot of courage to own a mirror

Mirror on the wall, how can I save my own life?