poetry

[chris]

I fell in love with a letters lie
as the letters lay scattered on my bed
your voice vibrating over me in memories
Loving me and my lovers through what is said

You have cut up all of my poetry
and made a scrap book of my flesh
Is your love making this the last night
I have to be alone

Waking up I walk with you and let your
voice spur me on a bur under the flesh
to let me know when I am wrong

please let me know when I am wrong

How did you grow up so nice and strong?

please let me know when I am wrong.

How did you grow up so nice and strong?

I fell in love with a letters lie
as the letters lay scattered on my bed
your voice vibrating over me in memories
Loving me and my lovers through what is said

Antigone your sweet dream of me
the coals the fire in the furnace
of your belly crafting a child
in your alchemy

Loving that child in side of me

Antigone your sweet dream of me
the coals the fire in the furnace
of your belly crafting a child
in your alchemy

Loving that child in side of me

When I can't see

If that banshees ever broken
and sinking in the swamp
take a nap in the bog with me
our bones picked clean
and bound together

we will wake up in the train station

kissing on the tracks