What do I have left? I have a ticket stub from our first date; I have a scar on my thigh from the Sunday I met your family for the first time; I have a whole lot of memories that tap on my window on the worst of possible evenings. Evenings when I can feel the cool September wind on my shoulder, seeing a whole lot of red with a replay of how our summer fell apart in my head. I have your name and the hush tone apology you gave me in the dark still suffocating the blood in my veins; I have sleepless nights and my fair share of moments I wish that I could change; I have pictures from the night you took my wasted mind home and tucked yourself into bed with me; I have sad eyes that remember the look on your face when you kissed me goodbye for the last time; and I have a calender that beats me down trying to get it through to me that it's fall. So don't bother asking me what day it is because I'll still tell you that it's June 23rd and your grandparents were absolutely darling tonight.
He loved her and she loved him His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she ****** She wanted him complete inside her Safe and Sure forever and ever Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows He gripped her hard so that life Should not drag her from that moment He wanted all future to cease He wanted to topple with his arms round her Or everlasting or whatever there was Her embrace was an immense press To print him into her bones His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place Where the real world would never come Her smiles were spider bites So he would lie still till she felt hungry His word were occupying armies Her laughs were an assasin's attempts His looks were bullets daggers of revenge Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets His whispers were whips and jackboots Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks And their deep cries crawled over the floors Like an animal dragging a great trap His promises were the surgeon's gag Her promises took the top off his skull She would get a brooch made of it His vows pulled out all her sinews He showed her how to make a love-knot At the back of her secret drawer Their screams stuck in the wall Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs In their dreams their brains took each other hostage