Thus with a Kiss I Die (And no Birds Sang. . .)

The night came, and the moon crept in the sky  
And we painted pictures, pictures of different shades  
Brush of fingers, crawling of bodies  
And nakedness consumed  
Like the deep ocean of sapphire were her eyes,  
And we grew old, entwined  
Thus with a kiss I die,  
Thus with a kiss I die.
 
The morning came, and the sun cracked through the sky  
And we caressed our lips, restless our fingers searched  
Searched for love-marks, and grasping for breathe  
And love consumed  
Like the blood red wine were her lips,  
And we grew young, entwined  
Thus with a kiss I die,  
Thus with a kiss I die.  
 
The evening came, and the clouds drifted in the sky  
And skins touched, restless our bodies searched  
Searched for bodily thirst, quenched as I went down  
And seduction consumed  
Like onyx were her hairs,  
And we made memories, together
Thus with a kiss I die,  
Thus with a kiss I die.  
And no birds sang that night.