A Buried Sun

Straining all, in longing
 through continents of dust
 All is forgotten, and helpless
 as a sun goes up
 in the night
 A buried son for
 your desolated heart
 We're reaching backwards
 You took a cloven bow
 to slit your tender veins
 Oh how we laughed
 Clambering up, like a drowning child
 and you drink me, in the furrows of pain
 Once the seed is cast
 on the field of night
 and I'm yours beyond recall
 A buried son for
 your desolated heart
 We're reaching backwards
 You took a cloven bow
 to slit your tender veins
 Oh how we laughed
 Pour through your mouth, love
 and stars go out
 like little eyes
 well up with tears
 I am serene
 as Satan comes
 in yearning rifts
 where I may die
 The brink persuades
 She holds a horses head
 the cunt of coal
 is my loving grave
 I shall be there
 when the light is swallowed
 and the trumpets of heaven
 are open sewers
 You are the naked youth
 at the ladder of hell
 You are the corpse
 that comes in grass and gold
 deep through the gardens
 to lend a key
 Free your pale steed within me
 and immerse your clouds of stone
 All this is killed and made perfect
 as the sun goes out
 in my eyes
 A buried son for
 your desolated heart
 We're reaching backwards
 You took a cloven bow
 to slit your tender veins
 Oh how we laughed