under the big tent

I dream you in silver,

a star in this sideshow.

I dream you giving the whip

to the lion's tamer.

I dream you giving yourself,

but not your soul.

We are like Siamese twins

waltzing across the circus floor.

The clown faced organist

playing the soundtrack

to our secrets and lust games.

I've got promises in my pocket

but no key to open the door.

I've got the trapeze girl's kisses

but my heart isn't hers to adore.

I've got the strongman's threats

but no desire to refuse you.

We are the knife thrower and his exquisite assistant

clinging to the ethereal,

while the bearded lady sings her hymns.

Where are you tonight?

The ringmaster will be here soon

to deliver my fate.