she said: the light across your face just now is thirty thousand years old
(and something about the way she shifted seemed like she wanted to reach out
and brush away the sun from your cheek)

she said: drink deep from that ancient fire
for what we don't understand we can make mean anything
(and something about the way she said it seemed like you should have understood)

she (never) said: i am winding myself around myself and
drinking in the icy ink of this black night and
scratching and clawing and tossing and turning
(and trying to lose for you what you never had for me)