comfort | For Poetic Justice

Think on our love not as wild
For I have no wish to out run
The reach of your fingertips

Think on our love not as right
For there is no one way I could hold you
Naked beneath a starless sky

Think on our love not as young
For I feel faint of breath
Having loved you my entire life

Think on our love not as long
For there is no time I wouldn’t give
To see you dream peacefully atop my grave

Think on our love not as love
But a knot between two souls
Which tightens upon the sight of your face

Spare me the leisure
For I am far from fond of comfort

Take down the rows of China
Bring the lilacs from the garden

Put the curtains out to dry
Let the fire simmer freely

Open all the windows
Hang the birdcage from the ceiling

Pour the garlic from the chalice
Stamp my letters with the date

And please be sure to listen
To not a word of what I say

For Poetic Justice