Maybe I Could Love You

if I were not a philosopher, if I were not a fool
maybe I could love you something better than I do
maybe I’d be brilliant, maybe I’d be sane,
maybe I could love you if only I had a brain.
so say, Christina, whatever’s on your mind
look over my shoulder you see where I am blind

I’m your dirty virgin,you’re my profane saint.
we’re homeless royal urchins, invincible and faint.
like every man and woman we’re angels demon-scarred
the cross a perfect omen – if only we had a heart
but love, Christina, beats through our pain
and knows our contradictions and soothes the burning shame

if only I had courage in these woods where we lay low
I could lead us to some holy place instead of hiding from my shadow
and though we’ve faith for morning still we believe the shadow-lie
and clutch each other trembling for lions and tigers and bears oh my
the emerald light of morning is a light we’ve yet to see
but oh to slake our sorrows and clothe ourselves in green

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