β our veins are busy β
β my heartβs in atrophy β
β you and i are nursing on a poison that never stung β
β something isnβt right babe β
β i keep catching little words β
β the meaningβs thin β
β weβre slaves to any semblance of touch β
β we should quit but we love it too much β
β we can feel none of it β
β donβt you join in β
β donβt you stand there watching β
β wonβt you come and save me from it? β
β youβre supposed to drag me away from it β
β is that the kind of way to face the burning heat β
β i just think about my baby β
β iβm so full of love β
β i could barely eat β
β thereβs nothing sweeter than my baby β
β my babyβs sweet as can be β
β no grave can hold my body down β
β iβll crawl home to her β
β i was three days on a drunken sin β
β i didnβt care much how long i lived β
β i swear i though i dreamed her β
β she never asked me once about the wrong i did β
β heaven and hell were words to me β
β i had a thoughtβ¦ β
β why were you digging? β
β what did you bury? β
β i will not ask you where you came from β
β just put your sweet lips on my lips β
β we should just kiss like real people do β
β honey, make this easy β
β it will come back β
β you know better than to smile at me like thatβ
β you know better than to hold me just like that β
β i know who i am when iβm alone β
β iβm something else when i see you β
β you donβt understand β
β you should never know how easy you are to need β
β donβt let me in with no intention to keep me β
β donβt be kind ot me β
β it canβt be unlearned β
β iβve known the warmth of your doorways β
β iβll find my way back to you β
β give me mercy no more β
β thatβs a kindness you canβt avoid β
β i want you tonight, as sure as youβre born β
β youβll hear me howling outside your door β
β donβt you hear me howling? β
β she moves with shameless wonder β
β her eyes look sharp and steady β
β my heart is heavy β
β i wonder who iβll copy β
β she feels no control of her body β
β she feels no safety in my arms β
β iβve no language left to say it β
β all i do is crave for her β
β all that iβve been taught is foreign to me β
β every word iβve got is foreign to me β
β her eyes and words are so icy β
β she burns like rum on a fire β
β i walk my days on a wire β
β it looks ugly but itβs clean β
β donβt fuss over me β
β iβm hers and sheβs mine β
β itβs a crime that sheβs not around most of the time β
β her fight and fury is fiery β
β she loves like sleep to the freezing β
β itβs sweet and right and merciful β
β iβm all but washed in the tide of her breathing β
β i have this some to the time β
β the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine β Β Β
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