I watch you move between my palms
What a soul you are between your bones
Straddling skin like a sacrilegious nun basking in the glory of Satan
Just a taste on my tongue
Like bitten words of repression you ache for mercy
Funny how we are nothing but rot in the end
And still I love you, in the state you are in
A far cry from lively
But still
Just as lovely

grace on a birch branch
a pair of silky redbreasts
among red buds of spring
no worry about tomorrow
for God feeds them today
and clothes them as kings

Even when my head spins
You bring me to a stop
My heart will race and pound
Your touch calms me
The days I am blue
You bring the sun out to shine
Just for me
When my eyes shed heavy tears
Your embrace brings me close
and takes them away
And when a smile is across my face
You have one too

Think of it as a bad dream...

You're sleeping soundly
on a Greyhound bus

Suddenly you're awakened
by cold water
creeping up your shoes
inching over your ankles

You jump up
only now it's too late

The door of the bus
is locked
from the outside

The windows are stuck and
the glass can't be shattered
no matter how hard you pound

The water is no longer gradual
It is swift, rushing upward
enclosing your body
past your waist
up to your chest
covering your neck

In seconds
there will be no place
left to breathe
just the rapid snakelike swirl
of ***** water

You're left submerged
Your eyes sealed shut
Your hands gnarled
in a deathlike grip...
You're hopelessly caught
in the rising, surging
pull of water
moving out of a river
onto the city streets