your eyes,
waxy and chromatic
seeped through my clothes and
soaked my skin,
bent my bones and
dyed my concrete spine
blue magenta.
forgive me, forgive me
my revolving-door mouth,
my pendulum heart,
my clammy hands.
my religion is jazz but
i swear to God,
I'm Roman Catholic.
and so I brought you some tulips,
cause I can't lose you
to New York.
baby give me a chance