The budding leaves look like they've already dried up outside my window
The crocuses are glad that they don't have to push their way out through snow
And as for me, I've locked myself up in this cozy ...
You are white sand and warm water
And the tide is coming in
The undertow is so gentle
I won't even notice if I'm drowning
See the light dancing in the blue and green
It belies what's underneath,
A dark omen? Or the dimly lit backdrop to a sweet beginning?
May nothing end bitterly by our trembling, fumbling, pressing, yearning hands
The breeze blew yet lukewarm...
My maverick memory has marked
Many sets of eyes
Eyes I've missed for long enough that I only remember them as blue
And oft resignedly forlorn
Eyes like roasted chestnuts
Warm and laughing until a flam...
A glowing ball of putty pulp
Squelching around deep in your abdomen
It flinches at the splash of alcohol
Cased in skin, cloaked in black and blue
When you want to hurt, and you take off your head
Hold me, hold me, hold me up
I want to let it all out
Eat my words, eat my story
I don’t have to keep it swallowed if you’ll swallow it for me
Pull me, pull me, pull me in
I want to see you inside out...