the heat was blistering
and michael was in bloom
in the quickening midnight
black petals in a purple room
like an egyptian
eyes dark as coal
and a soul like gold
given freely what others stole
just like gravity
he possesses me
and i hold him like he's held
by everybody else
just like a lover
rolling over
still knowing that no-one
has broken the spell
oh, michael
incense and chalices
arrowhead amulets
go first, and then after
come silence and cigarettes
whenever
it ended
alone in the afterwards
he's fleeing
with nothing
in the chalice
just for vanity
and his sanity
he tells them the night
will be all that they have of him
but it's a mystery
why this misery
won't be relieved with a kiss to the skin
oh, michael
© 1993 paula pryce