these fragile bodies of touch
and taste
this vibrant skin -- this
hair like lace
spirits open to the thrust
of grace
never a breath you can afford
to waste
when you're lovers in a dangerous
time
lovers in a dangerous time
when you're lovers in a dangerous
time
sometimes you're made to feel
as if your love's a crime --
but nothing worth having comes
without some kind of fight --
got to kick at the darkness
'til it bleeds daylight
when you're lovers in a dangerous
time
lovers in a dangerous time
and we're lovers in a dangerous
time
lovers in a dangerous time
(TORONTO SEPTEMBER 1983)
Marco Giunco |
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