You could have knocked me over with a feather
But you used your hips instead
And I lay there on the gravel thinking
(oh ho - but not with my head)
Among all the lies I tell myself
Every morning I wake and put the clock on the shelf,
The worst is "One day I'll be free
Of the terrible awakening she caused in me."
See, what was woken can no longer sleep in peace
Though you bruise it with neglect
I never mind, I count out time
And curse, and crick my neck.
And read every word you write in space
They read like stars falling all over my face
And hoping but knowing your love thrives just fine
In rocks and through seas that maybe aren't mine.
(love, j)
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