Rites of Skin

This day will end without meaning
And this night will guide...
...This voice, spoken with feeling
Will keep promises deep inside
Of the skin
These lips will tremble to pucker
And this heart will shake...
...This soul, eternally tortured
By this fatale mistake
Of the skin
This blood boils in anger
In what these eyes hold divine...
...In these arms of this stranger,
God! I'm in danger
Of crossing the line
Of the skin
Cold, but...
...This body still sweating
These tears of delight
This mind weary, regretting
Sins of the flesh, and
Rites of the skin