Press your Cheshire grin To my blistered lips again Even a guillotine Deserves a second chance To kiss your egg shell throat And your winter brittle bones I've seen the flock of eyeless hungry birds Poking through the button holes Of your second hand wool coat They sang above your every whispered word As a boy, I knew wrong from right As a boy, I was humble, I was shy I was silent, obedient and kind Back when my left hand was tied From the warmth of our wet kiss Trickled, dripping from my lips Thinking of it now, I swoon and sway Like the birches in the thinning wood Between the wicked and the good In firefly blood, I've written both our names As a boy, I knew wrong from right As a boy, I was humble, I was shy I was silent, obedient and kind Back when my left hand was tied