My white soul first kissed the mouth of sin

I liked it.

Wouldn't you? Vanilla-normality gets boring after a while. Life isn't, shouldn't, always be about butterfly wings and dove feathers and Snow-White spirit.

She was a fairy tale, after all.

My white soul first kissed the mouth of sin - it tasted...exotic. Like the first time you tasted cinnamon, or the first time you saw a parrot at the zoo. And your tongue seemed to sing, and your eyes drank in color after color on iridescent plumage.

I could feel my soul darken, change colors to a purple, and then a pulsating blood-red.

Sin. It's what makes us human. And besides... White is boring.

I met God at a party once
at Eric’s place
                                               You know,  that guy with the horse tattoo
who wore jackboots everywhere


Eric had a keg of beer
there was a band called  The Locusts
they were playing “Louie Louie”
my dress was red and my hair was piled up high
and God flirted with me
                                                shamelessly
in a room as white as science


he gave me honey and a needle
in sweet pink clouds I kissed him


he told me he'd been waiting for this moment
                                           all his life 
I said:  All your life and he said well, both 


The Locusts ended with “Sweet Jane”
the way the Cowboy Junkies do it


I was young and so naive
and though he promised he would call
                                           I haven't talked to God since
that night at Eric's place
when my white soul first 
kissed the mouth
of sin.
                                         I miss Him 
Bad 














^{cowritten by lostcauser}

 

I met God at a party once

at Eric’s place

                                               You know,  that guy with the horse tattoo

who wore jackboots everywhere

 

Eric had a keg of beer

there was a band called  The Locusts

they were playing “Louie Louie”

my dress was red and my hair was piled up high

and God flirted with me

                                                shamelessly

in a room as white as science

 

he gave me honey and a needle

in sweet pink clouds I kissed him

 

he told me he'd been waiting for this moment

                                           all his life 

I said:  All your life and he said well, both 

 

The Locusts ended with “Sweet Jane”

the way the Cowboy Junkies do it

 

I was young and so naive

and though he promised he would call

                                           I haven't talked to God since

that night at Eric's place

when my white soul first 

kissed the mouth

of sin.

                                         I miss Him 

Bad 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

^{cowritten by lostcauser}