Let my fingers kiss the gravel
and hope to god it wasn't so.
Look down onto all the rabble
waiting for a boy to go.
Dusty boots and sweaty leather
rubbing my skin raw.
'Sunny today' says the weatherman
and I wish for the heavens to pour.
Because rain washes sins
and blood off the street
and drips off bitten lips.
Drips down skin like a silver river
as you shiver
at the trail of hands down hips.
'Say you're mine'
he whispered at the crack of dawn.
'Say goodbye'
snapped his father,
the man who must've saw.
Saw the boy in ratty clothes
with eyes alight in wonder
when he glimpsed a prince of silver and cold
with gleaming locks asunder.
The boy who was nothing
and had nothing
save the passion in his heart.
For all the things he couldn't have
as he stepped off the stone arch.