I thought I heard you once, singing to me in my sleep,
I woke from fevered daze, reminding myself for years via almost forgotten melody,
Once I thought I would cup your rose tips
But the softness was actually ashes,
I don’t have time for your lack of reactions,
You be the base, I’ll be the acid,
I want only my name whispered by your lips,
Can you occupy more than just my hips?
I don’t mean to sound like I’m like lacking gratitude,
Mama said “better pick a good one, watch your attitude”
Trusting the River when all its ever done is try to drown me,
I’m caught in the undertow, can you be a lifeline and surround me?
This is the part where there is clarity, fate or chance?
No, I think this is the part where we danced.
If we’re witnessing a great fracture,
Is it possible that we ourselves are the suture?
Cyclical before and afters, heavens and hells,
I thought I heard you once singing to me in my sleep,
Trying to remember that you only speak to me in melodies.
Listening like an astute grasshopper,
Lucky like a dragonfly visiting a Poet, Priest and Pauper