Saint - Ed Tullett

peel your thumb, a lace,

pale, you stun away

may you shun a stray

way you shone, a phrase, afraid of coming

you’re not a saint, pyre,

you’re not a way to covet me

you’re not a saint, pyre,

you’re not a way to covet me

wear your pastel brace

dark your bronze, a grey

yield your calm, a grace

air you palm, obey, obey and come in

you’re not a saint, pyre,

you’re not a way to covet me

you’re not a saint, pyre,

you’re not a way to covet me

ricochet around

wreath for your body

your pretty vowels, dour sea

hush the laic drown

swoon through your eyelids

your pretty mouth, your dowry

you’re not a saint, liar,

you’re not a saint, collider,

you’re not afraid to covet me

you’re not a saint, liar,

you’re not a saint, collider,

you’re not afraid to covet me