Until the Ocean Dries Her Grapevines

Until the ocean dries her grapevines,

And petal-veined lovers come undone,

Follow me into the bleeding skyline.

 

Promise swallows the white warning sign.

You urged me to run tonight. Run! Run!

Until the ocean dries her grapevines.

 

Pandora drained herself to juice red wine,

Ducking behind her lover’s setting sun.

Follow them into the bleeding skyline.

 

I could not blossom in her red moonshine,

Agony burned bright. The Fates are not done

Until the ocean dries her grapevines.

 

Mercy, cried Pandora, curving her spine,

Planting new berries to replace old ones.

Follow her into the bleeding skyline.

 

Curious hands and cold wonder combined,

Picked and plucked Pandora to be our son.

Until the ocean dries her grapevines,

Follow me into the bleeding skyline.

 

 

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