Demarcation
Don't call those last
words resolution,
even if they were the scaple
blade. I barely meant
them. I won't remember
what they were.
Do not make me deny
that there was always an ocean
beneath these ice floes. Do not
make me renounce the usual suspects
in the line up I will assemble after
I have been gone for a while longer.
Demarcation is a ruse. At the battle
of the Alamo, no one drew their
saber through the sand, and if
I were to press my lips against yours
now they would be the same lips only
the ground beneath us might feel
more solid. If that means I never
loved you, I'm sorry.
words resolution,
even if they were the scaple
blade. I barely meant
them. I won't remember
what they were.
Do not make me deny
that there was always an ocean
beneath these ice floes. Do not
make me renounce the usual suspects
in the line up I will assemble after
I have been gone for a while longer.
Demarcation is a ruse. At the battle
of the Alamo, no one drew their
saber through the sand, and if
I were to press my lips against yours
now they would be the same lips only
the ground beneath us might feel
more solid. If that means I never
loved you, I'm sorry.