Cherry Wine

Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns like rum on a fire
Hot and fast and angry
As she can be
I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly but it's clean
Oh mama don't fuss over me

Way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist should be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at me
Just as she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just as she throws
With the arm of her brother

But I want it, it's a crime
She's not around most of the time

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist should be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Fight and fury, fiery
Oh, but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and kind and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing

But I want it, it's divine
I have this some of the time

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist should be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Blood is sweet and tastes like cherry wine

(Did you get that?)



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Writer(s): Andrew John Hozier-byrne
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