Tom Cunliffe


Burning Blood

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I believe in the night  

I kneel in the shadows

I pray for the sight of a slim silhouette

Of the Devil’s best and a hit of regret

Follow me down

To a hole in the ground

While I wrestle your dress

Taste the dirt cheap ale

On a stranger’s breath

And take this night to your death

Fill the courtyard with smoke

Spend your last at the bar  

While I drink kiss my throat

With your diamond lips

You just couldn’t believe

I’d out-steal the thief  

And did you dance here

With your hair left wild and long?

Did you leave stumbling giddy

Up the stairs and in my arms?

In my arms

When you were young

I was bold and we had fun

Tongue to tongue


Trying to cheat

The morning sun

Her breath fills the air

Speaking in moans

I remember her hair

I long for her lips

I smile alone in our unmade throne

Her mouth on her mouth

Her mouth on her skin

She takes from the rich

And gives to the poor

One night a week on a foreign floor

The grandfather clock

At the top of the stairs

Sings for the sex that used to shock

The walls and the chairs

But has long been lost

And will you show them

When I’m lowered to the earth?  

Will you laugh?

Will you smile?

And will you dance

Like you danced

In my arms

When we were young

And I was bold

Will you make love

With burning blood?

And will you feel me

In the sands and in the sun?