This night will kill us both, Jon says
He rubs his bleeding thumb on a rock
Brian shrugs and pulls some grass from the riverbed
The moon hums to the beat of their eardrums
He rubs his bleeding thumb on a rock
Brian hears nothing but the blood in his chest
The moon hums to the beat of their eardrums
Jon washes his hand in the river
Brian hears nothing but the blood in his chest
Jon’s eyes are heady with wine
Jon washes his hand in the river
The dew of Brian’s lips is on Jon’s shoulder
Jon’s eyes are heady with wine
They stained their hands with stone
The dew of Brian’s lips is on Jon’s shoulder
Jon holds the bleeding rock, afraid to let it go
The pupils in their eyes are as far as Orion's Belt
Brian shrugs and pulls some grass from the riverbed
The color in their eyes is as close as Orion's Belt
This night will kill us both, Jon says
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