Yet Loathe the Banquet
from Obsession by Alexander Dove
lyrics
Watching the sun sink incarnadine slowly,
smelling the rush of mortality calling,
hearing the talk of the weak and unholy,
is it a shock that I find you appalling?
The daylight gives way to the dark and the rain
and the play of my passion is acted again.
Floating with a lazy motion
as the bee the flower sips,
with an air of fierce devotion
I suck venom from your lips;
silent as the heart of ocean
down your virgin skin it drips.
Now is the night, when the shadows around me
shroud me and arm me to harm me at leisure,
give me a sword of the darkness that bound me,
starve me to strengthen my hate of your pleasure.
I seek out the jubilant rush of your vein
just to suck out your pleasure and turn it to pain.
Floating with a lazy motion
as the bee the flower sips,
with an air of fierce devotion
I suck venom from your lips;
potent as a witch’s potion,
down your virgin skin it drips.
I am burning with more yearning
than your still-whole heart can feel—
those that curse me still coerce me
not to taste the joy I steal.
I am taunted, yes, and haunted
by an unforgotten life—
those that wake me now remake me
into the anointed knife.
I am raging; no assuaging
rain can touch my desert skin—
evermore I live the story
of an unforgiven sin.
I am harmed with hate and armed with
hollow swords that swallow light,
deeper shadow of a shadow
sickly swooping through the night.
smelling the rush of mortality calling,
hearing the talk of the weak and unholy,
is it a shock that I find you appalling?
The daylight gives way to the dark and the rain
and the play of my passion is acted again.
Floating with a lazy motion
as the bee the flower sips,
with an air of fierce devotion
I suck venom from your lips;
silent as the heart of ocean
down your virgin skin it drips.
Now is the night, when the shadows around me
shroud me and arm me to harm me at leisure,
give me a sword of the darkness that bound me,
starve me to strengthen my hate of your pleasure.
I seek out the jubilant rush of your vein
just to suck out your pleasure and turn it to pain.
Floating with a lazy motion
as the bee the flower sips,
with an air of fierce devotion
I suck venom from your lips;
potent as a witch’s potion,
down your virgin skin it drips.
I am burning with more yearning
than your still-whole heart can feel—
those that curse me still coerce me
not to taste the joy I steal.
I am taunted, yes, and haunted
by an unforgotten life—
those that wake me now remake me
into the anointed knife.
I am raging; no assuaging
rain can touch my desert skin—
evermore I live the story
of an unforgiven sin.
I am harmed with hate and armed with
hollow swords that swallow light,
deeper shadow of a shadow
sickly swooping through the night.
credits
from Obsession,
released September 18, 2010
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Alexander Dove Chicago, Illinois
Alexander Dove is a songwriter, poet, and composer, who also plays in the traditional Celtic folk group Dòrain. Alexander Dove is used for more-or-less solo or self-directed work, regardless of genre. Published writings are under the name Alexander Dove Lempke. ... more
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