011 - ROSES AND WINE ROSES AND WINE [ how time buries us, how time leaves our sides ]
Three candles two have no wick left
one smells like the lotion i have downstairs
it is lit
and i have brought upstairs to you as you sleep in your cocoon of mismatched sheets and perspiration,
a mug of green tea
I sit on the edge of the bed like mother mary i run my fingers through your hair
few sighs escape your lips.
it's okay if you're going to be sick, it's fine if you're going to be sick
please be sick and get it out of you, this toxin is making me worry
but the next morning when razor thin line slices in through the slats on the shades
and i roll over into your eyes and say
"I know this is okay"
it was Valentine's Day
one smells like the lotion i have downstairs
it is lit
and i have brought upstairs to you as you sleep in your cocoon of mismatched sheets and perspiration,
a mug of green tea
I sit on the edge of the bed like mother mary i run my fingers through your hair
few sighs escape your lips.
it's okay if you're going to be sick, it's fine if you're going to be sick
please be sick and get it out of you, this toxin is making me worry
but the next morning when razor thin line slices in through the slats on the shades
and i roll over into your eyes and say
"I know this is okay"
it was Valentine's Day