new wine in an old goblet

 

Cupid’s a funny guy.

He aimed his arrow at my worst desire.
Why, oh why—
Am I drawn to new wine in an old goblet?
I can taste it:
Your hunger.
Your helplessness.

Wise man once told me
To treat everyone like walking mysteries.
I’ve chased you through centuries,
But never could see.
Never could see.

Now we’re having sex in Osaka,
Saying “hello” to that motherfucker, para.
You and I—we swallow each other’s pain.
And somehow,
I’ve learned more of your mysteries
Than your body ever meant to reveal.
Like Jukebox Joints,
We are jukebox joints—

Wise man once told me
To treat everyone like walking mysteries.
I’ve chased you through centuries,
But never could see.
Never could see.