Tongues and cymbals
Mountains and thimbles
Angels and demons
Gain nothing in the anger
Of their war for each other
But to find a deep darkened
Hopeful light vibrating lover
Forked red and thrusting
Wings wrapped around
Entrusting the vulnerable parts
In a nuclear sky
We could be heroes
We could tell lies
A mystery to possess
We could also sing lullabies
We could make love
Like demons and angels tonight
I confess
Oh my dear
What would our baby look like
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Poétique 