Kissing The Lipless

Called to see

If your back

Was still aligned

And your sheets

Were growing grass

All on the corners of your bed.



But you've got too much to wear

On your sleeves.

It has too much to do with me.

And secretly,

I want to bury in the yard

The grey remains of a friendship scarred.



You told us of your new life, where

You've got someone coming round,

Gluing tinsel to your crown;

He's got you talking pretty loud.



Berate, remember

Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes

You say you're still in love;

If it's true, what can be done?

It's hard to leave all these moments behind.



Called to see

If your back

Was still aligned

And your sheets

Are growing grass

All on the corners of your bed.



But you've got too much to wear

On your sleeves.

It's too much to do with me.

And secretly,

I want to bury in the yard

The grey remains of a friendship scarred.



You tested your mettle

With doe skin and petals,

While kissing the lipless

To bleed all the sweetness away.