Go Sweetly (part 2)
Death succumbs sweetly
Like honeycomb romance
Sappy, it sings to me
Sweetly, calls to me gently
“Come home, lovey.”
“Come cradle here back to me
Lay in my arms and sing to me
Sweetly, Remember romance?”
And I, but a newborn babe in his arms
Burble and laughter, baby blue eyes sparkle
With wonder and who am I to deny the sweet flower
And of memories
And of pains and romance
And who am I if not a babe to recall
How much he used to mean to me, Death?
Don’t you remember babe, we used to belong here
We used to dance, go out together at this bar
Take shots over here, black out under there
Eat tacos on the porch watching our lives to stretch into great expanse
We had no semblance of time and we were limitless.
Remember when Death had no hold on me?
Why, we were younger then
Now he calls out to me, Siren’s call beckons me
Back home again
Come here sweet sister, let me remind you that I am nothing
But a memory
That fades along with time like your sister’s denim vest
Bedazzle me, baby, like 1996
Watch my light sparkle
Come home again.