Bitter Sugar
A Kiss from the Grave
A vile of seduction
A chance to misbehave
A taste of joy
An after taste of grief
Hard to the touch-
Yet soft and gentle as the leaf
Make me your slave
But let me, too, be free
Save me in your arms of love
Yet drown me in your forbidden sea
Leave me to my own
Your help I cannot buy
Yet I still hang around
Though your ways draw rivers from my eyes
Your presence is a curse
I wish we never met
Still I need you-my Bitter Sugar...
Oh the love we beget...