Before We Sleep
I see the moon and the moon sees
everything.
It used to hide me under its thumb, ignoring all of my transgressions but these days
each time i am greeted with your sunny tongue
the moon follows, close at hand and filled to the very brim with
whatever is passing for your passing interests
I see the moon and the moon stays
silent: only calling on countless beasts of the desert to hasten us,
its own milky voice falling somewhere between the
huddled nervous sweat gathering under my thighs and calves and the sounds of our lips hushing each other
shh, i mean, it will be o.k
one of these days.
you are waiting for me to fall out like the floor beneath your feet and that
makes sense, really,
when was I ever a constant at the side of your singing skin
all those years of devotion and i still can't
bring myself to bended knee without
feeling the tight rap of regret across my shoulders just
sit up straight and keep those shins from splitting into twin splinters
everything.
It used to hide me under its thumb, ignoring all of my transgressions but these days
each time i am greeted with your sunny tongue
the moon follows, close at hand and filled to the very brim with
whatever is passing for your passing interests
I see the moon and the moon stays
silent: only calling on countless beasts of the desert to hasten us,
its own milky voice falling somewhere between the
huddled nervous sweat gathering under my thighs and calves and the sounds of our lips hushing each other
shh, i mean, it will be o.k
one of these days.
you are waiting for me to fall out like the floor beneath your feet and that
makes sense, really,
when was I ever a constant at the side of your singing skin
all those years of devotion and i still can't
bring myself to bended knee without
feeling the tight rap of regret across my shoulders just
sit up straight and keep those shins from splitting into twin splinters