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The Violet Hour

Your lips are nettles

Your tongue is wine

Your laughter's liquid

But your body's pineYou love all sailors

But hate the beach

You say "Come touch me"

But you're always out of reachIn the dark you tell me of a flower

that only blooms in the violet hourYour arms are lovely

Yellow and rose

Your back's a meadow

Covered in snowYour thighs are thistles

and hot-house grapes

You breathe your sweet breath

And have me waitIn the dark you tell me of a flower

that only blooms in the violet hourI turn the lights out

I clean the sheets

You change the station

Turn up the heatAnd now you're sitting

Upon your chair

You've got me tangled up

Inside your beautiful black hairIn the dark you tell me of a flower

that only blooms in the violet hourIn the dark you tell me of a flower

that only blooms in the violet hourIn the dark you tell me of a flower

that only blooms in the violet hourIn the dark you tell me of a flower

that only blooms in the violet hour

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