nazimova

In decadence and sane, I stood by the wall
thought I'd turned my back to stone
thought I'd left myself at home
but all the strangers knew my name
all but one who turned away
in fear he'd been there once before
behind that same tormented wall

I saw his bed amazing
I stole his coat to save the cold
burned my speech to keep him warm
dropped a boy's mouth for my own
but beauty's left the aging for his youth
asleep to the rain of Berlin

I want to press my lips against his
winter chill flesh
press his hands to the sky
I want to sleep in the night in his eyes in the rain in berlin
I want to sleep in the night in his eyes in the rain in
berlin

in the night in his eyes in the rain in berlin