Each Time

Giving in to absolution
One sin at a time
I count the dawns
And loose myself
In your siren song

Love is grief
When loved askew
Feverish and dark
Tailored to a waywardness
That echoes in my heart

October cool
September gone
Each day is like a dream
The friction fails
To burn again
Though you often scheme

To take me to the mountaintop
And offer me your all
But I live to burn again

Forever more enthralled.