Canon for a Jaded Love

There's some breathing hiphop from afar
beating your heart
all broken yet bathing in
what's here now.

You're looking like love
like lust
all longing yet here with
what's here now.

And So smoothly suddenly
like flowering rainstorms you grasp,
all pulsing and free before,
me here now

You're not letting go.
So I grip that grasp.
Like love.
Like lust.

There's a stumbling rose
gracing a neck
all wet with what's real aloft
from what's here now.

Your lips can barely move in ecstasy
like a wounded soldier
all for the prize they carry on
to what's here before them.

And you move across the field the chin the charge the breath
like my lips of the dream you've spent loneliness on
battle cry the canons of your bloodstream
come here now.

You're not letting go
of what cannot be real beyond this night.
Like lust
Like love.

- Music in Regine, 2008