Vanessa Daou Follow

A strange electric hour
I'm swallowing
The morning of your flower

Petal by petal
I'm laying you bare
Red as any rose is
(Watch her as she opens)
(And she closes)

Let me turn your tears into wine
Let me turn your darkest hour into light
Let me turn your crow into a dove
Let me be the one to make you love

It's four A.M, November ten
A vague and hazy time
You lie asleep
You're breathing like a child

I'm writing with my poet's hand
To reach you with my pen
I know that
I can make you love again

Let me turn your tears into wine
Let me turn your darkest hour into light
Let me turn your crow into a dove
Let me be the one to make you love

In those words
I create you into someone
Who will always come back
Once you've closed the door

Into someone
Who will never refuse
When I ask for more

But if I think I can own you
With some lavender prose
Or a violet song, I am wrong

And if I think I can have you
With a salty kiss or a sultry dance
Well, I can't

Let me turn your tears into wine
Let me turn your darkest hour into light
Let me turn your crow into a dove
Let me be the one to make you love

A strange electric hour
I'm swallowing