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All that music in your mouth |
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Rivers rushing at your teeth |
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Cresting waves through wading valleys |
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Flooded language tributaries |
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Collecting cover over me |
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Your tensing jaw and corkscrew eyelids |
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As if you couldn't bear to see |
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All that water pouring from you |
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Collecting clouds inside the ballroom |
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Over people who don't know you |
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But darling I do |
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You trance yourself back from the city |
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And I'm moving to your feet |
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Your foot falls tentative and muffled |
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Automatic listless shuffle |
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Sidewalk scatterbrain cry uncle |
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Paint yourself back in your corner |
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And look for her on your TV |
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It's Friday night and I am hungry |
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For a hand, a mouth, a body |
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A love I wouldn't have to carry |
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A stitch in my mouth, that I'm untying now |
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A concrete canal, and a bomb bordertown |
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An echo in the rafters reminding you there was a sound |
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But you killed her in waves |
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So she stayed as steam |
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To hiss at you now |
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You killed her in waves |
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But that's not today |
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So you breathe through your mouth |
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Try to calm yourself down |
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And keep what you found |
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And Shout it out loud |
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She can harbor in hurt, or dissolve to dirt |
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Some prayer in your mouth |
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Or she might stay as steam |
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Soak into the beam |
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Let you figure her out |
