i celebrate your skin

My Dying Bride

Her secrecy is charming to me
The sexual wisdom of a thousand years
With silver eyes she tore through me
It is you I bring to ruin
Please, a silent hour, it's you that turned old
My love was never a blessing, my gifts are cold

So I celebrate your blood. It is the music of the sea
I was simply running for the flesh
Your wound falls away from me
Your summer breathes aloud
it is a kiss that awakens me

My secrecy is charming to her
The two of us, we understood
With fragile limbs you claimed the distance
While holding hands with a dying God
It was my pride you gifted to me
While holding hands with a dying God

So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth
Roaring skies endlessly left
on the great day of your birth
As you lay before my storm
a bird sits at your noble feet

I am a word apart, I am the coldest heart
I am a serpent of the sea
You are a golden sun, you are the silver moon
you are a fever killing me
I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen
I am what you all will be
You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame
you are my tragedy