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Ilona Maras
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
She blows out of nowhere, roman candle of the wild
Laughing away through my feeble disguise
Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime
Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine
Crédits photographiques Maya Kodeih Harmanani
My baby's sweet as can be
She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamp light I was free
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Crédits photographiques Maya Kodeih Harmanani
I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask and neither should you
I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
So I will not ask you why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika
Oh but the farrow know, her hungry eyes, her ancient soul
Know what it is to grow, beneath her sky, her punishing cold
To slowly learn of her ancient misery, to be twisted by a shame without a sin
Like how she twisted the bog man, after she married him
But in all the world, there is one lover worthy of her
With as many souls claimed as she
Rushing ashore to meet her, foaming with loneliness
White hands to fondle and beat her, give her his onliness
Rare is this love, keep it covered
I need you to run to me until you feel your lungs bleeding
Crédits photographiques Jana Hobeika
I walk my days on a wire
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
Calls of guilty thrown at me
Thrown at me so powerfully
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed in the tides of her breathing
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
You should never know how easy you are to need
Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ ! don't be kind to me
Honey don't feed me, I will come back
It can't be unlearned
I've known the warmth of your doorway
Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you
Oh please, give me mercy no more !
That's a kindness you can't afford
You'll hear me howling outside your door
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion
Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me
It's bloody and raw but I swear it is sweet
In leash-less confusion I wander the concrete
Wonder how better now having survived
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive