Holy Crossroads Blues

In the space of a lifetime
When the moment unfurls
I can hide in the distance of you eyes.
But the sweet understanding
rains down on my brow
and the metallic measure of your sighs.
You pull on my insides
with precision and fire
sad whipping the saddest of smiles,
so full is the daytime
that folds into night.
I crave to be a victim of your wiles.


Stuart Andrew Marshall Tanner