Darling
Whatever kept us quiet
has opened it's mouth
and put a pearl there
life in the tundra
I careen like a broken spar
there is a gulf in me
I wrestle it off
I try to deny the absence of you
but where to start?
There is a skinny cork
plunged deep in my heart whatever
kept us silent has opened a vein
I drink blood from a sieve
(proof that we stain)
distinctly I remember this
how your eyes lit the room
everybody was looking at you or through you
I find myself doing the same
staring out into the flatness of space
with the whisper of home just a phone call away
I will give you my loneliest days.
Juliet never had this torment on her
consuming her love through a spy piece
a lusty little hound with hair down
Ophelia, neither--
what is forbidden to me? As if I care
as if I weigh the possible cons
I would have eaten the apple
just because it was close
For you though, I would divide oceans
fondness has to be selective
I need the proof of your body
the curve of your thighs
I've waited so long whatever
kept us quiet shrieks now with all her lung
I grow in the desert
I fill it with love
they say no such thing
who are they, with souls of wood
my heat could waste them all
because this what I'm doing now is a trial
no more romantic theatrics NONE
I need more than the riddle of touch
I want to feel in this squalor
'till angels take me up
and away.
--my breath finally caught itself--
has opened it's mouth
and put a pearl there
life in the tundra
I careen like a broken spar
there is a gulf in me
I wrestle it off
I try to deny the absence of you
but where to start?
There is a skinny cork
plunged deep in my heart whatever
kept us silent has opened a vein
I drink blood from a sieve
(proof that we stain)
distinctly I remember this
how your eyes lit the room
everybody was looking at you or through you
I find myself doing the same
staring out into the flatness of space
with the whisper of home just a phone call away
I will give you my loneliest days.
Juliet never had this torment on her
consuming her love through a spy piece
a lusty little hound with hair down
Ophelia, neither--
what is forbidden to me? As if I care
as if I weigh the possible cons
I would have eaten the apple
just because it was close
For you though, I would divide oceans
fondness has to be selective
I need the proof of your body
the curve of your thighs
I've waited so long whatever
kept us quiet shrieks now with all her lung
I grow in the desert
I fill it with love
they say no such thing
who are they, with souls of wood
my heat could waste them all
because this what I'm doing now is a trial
no more romantic theatrics NONE
I need more than the riddle of touch
I want to feel in this squalor
'till angels take me up
and away.
--my breath finally caught itself--