Her sweat kisses my pillows
As she tosses and turns
And it makes me jealous-
The way she loves her dreams-
It pulls me deep under her waves
Where I must hold my breath
While her passion tries
To wrestle free
As if to say
Her restraint is the nightmare
Something pulled me from my bed-
Something deep inside my head
And though I knew not where it led,
The heartache bade me follow
I stumbled sleepy, 'neath the stars-
An absent roar of trains and cars
Where nothing's yours, or mine, or ours
And let myself be hollow
A tattered poem lay on your desk
White paper, scarred in red
And as I strained to make it out
The words within you bled
And stained my hands
with your despair-
And screamed inside my head-
Summoning a reverence
We only give the dead.
Her sweat kisses my pillows
As she tosses and turns
And it makes me jealous-
The way she loves her dreams-
It pulls me deep under her waves
Where I must hold my breath
While her passion tries
To wrestle free
As if to say
Her restraint is the nightmare
The Moon is in hysteria tonight
And I am late for her patronization
I must have closed my eyes
When the Sun did
She agonizes over my worldly affairs
Beckoning to join her in the Heavens
She must know better than me
For I am very small
And she is Celestial
I found a poem on your desk
White paper, scarred in red
And as I strained to make it out
The words within you bled
And stained my hands
with your despair-
And screamed inside my head-
Summoning a reverence
We only give the dead