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
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains the sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arms of her brother
And I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time
Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing
And I want it, it's divine
I have this some of the time
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine