Left Hand Tied

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