The Furtive Lullaby of Summer Nights

[sanguinetempest]

And they told my two faces to open up
to let these blinking wounds bleed openly
my skin smiles, and obediently parts
revealing flesh that yawns and gasps for breath
in the stifling heat of summer
these scars are
inflicted by invisible, inaudible words
that you sing to me on summer nights
through the kazoo of a maple tree

I didn't forget that there was a window
to pull myself through
after you left me hanging from my irresolute
radio waves
I didn't forget, because you appeared in the
TV set
the static and snow were your flawless cover
but I perceived you were covertly peering through

And still you sing through twisted lips
the stench and sting of rotten teeth
adds a queer hum to the quality of your voice
this melancholy lullaby puts me to sleep
and I dream of peaceful winters, when you turn to ash
and visit me no more
in the wintertime there is no chitter chatter
no laughter and sanguine discourse

so I sit straight up in my bed
fingering the cuts that your tree slashed
as it swallowed me in a hug of love
mother Earth can't reach out to me like she used to
and it causes her much pain
she weeps...
and her tears fall as snowflakes
It is sad to watch you turn away
and fade into the white flurry
but I will never be truly free until then