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LIKE MOTHS TO AMARANTH

In summer was my longest day
Dichotomy of usual fruitless waste
Her, like someone I�ve always known
Knew the greatest wine to taste

We found each other filling voids
Like scrying for a need unknown
She somehow saw my patchwork heart
Where never seeds have grown

Further there into the field
No light pollution to be found
Stripped the denim from me
Together, leather unwound

Something�s gotten into me
Of this I am sure
And I don�t want a cure

With a lust for carnal knowledge
Silhouette like sculptured glass
Poised in a shameless manner
By the water that contrasts

We�re entwined like moths to amaranth
Under aphrodisiacal skies
Of filtered magenta through orange clouds
The sun is setting with our rise

Entangled like boots through vine
That figure that captures idle minds
Sing with me in our placid time
Halcyon sounds for a passion thine

Something�s gotten into you
The feeling�s the same
Never asked my name
Something�s gotten into us
Too many miles
Let�s talk awhile