Now I understand
What the angel tried to say to me
The purple angel with singed wings,
And now I have to take my life
As your lovers often do,
And you still stand so close,
And my fingers can almost touch
The amber- coral smell of you.
You tantalise without meaning to,
Or do you know I pine.
The purple angel nods.
She has burned too,
And knows a devil or two.
And as moments spin themselves into hours,
And the another nights dies a fruitless day,
I have made myself a bundle of foolishness
And I wait
For you to throw me away,
For in spite of what the tired purple angel says,
I have to learn to die this time,
I am going to burn my wings in your fiery cool.
Now I understand,
That I have to take my life,
As your lovers often do.