There's a place for me in the burning sun
Where flowers don't bloom
And winds of faith don't come

You'll find me here when the rest have gone
My legs will be your roots
And my strong arms torn

Dusted boots and myrrh and saffron songs
If I've yet to give my soul
I'll save a piece for you

A piece for me and all the shards for the end
Have you got a nickel?
Or five shiny pennies?

I always did prefer their backwards ways
The moon's on a platter
Save a slice for your day

If I say my feet and fingertips don't burn
A bitter forever I'll be a liar
But you don't want the truth

So here's a little known half-truth for you
I'll save a sunny burning place
For a boiling, bleeding two

My nails are ****** and my jaw is sore
She's smiling on the other side of that door
The road is getting longer, my feet smaller still
He has a fascination with not being loved
Her mother's pearls are tight around her neck
Friends fight and plead, all they need is you and dignity
I remember the day I sold all my dolls
All I wanted was something new I can't recall now
His wheels are spinning but he'll be around when she's gone
Even my tongue is hurting after all this time
She thinks she'll turn around one day
We don't think he'll last long enough to leave
And its their hearts I'm breaking this time around
I almost lost my grandmother's earring yesterday
His father rips him like the burning sea
Those dolls all left my hands without shoes
But I guess that's how it goes in plastic reality
Her path is a little hazy and she'll soon forget about me
I think I'd last longer if I hadn't painted my nails
Am I the only one watching us all lose grip?

If you kissed me now, I'd kiss you back.
Run my teeth across your lip.
Maybe let a little taste slip.
I'd pull my fingers through your hair.
In the silk of my back you'd find your grip.
Down we'd go into the peace.
When we're done, there will be nothing.
Nothing but the broken and bittersweet.
But now I won't think.
Now I need arms and lips and more.
I want everything I don't know.
I'll push my hands up your chest.
I've buried my soiled soul.
Here's the grave I'd lay in with you.
A feather-down headstone.
And linen caskets carry us on.
If I kissed you now, I would breakdown.
Run a blade across your hip.
Maybe let a little vengeance slip.
You'd pull your blade; we'd stop and stare.
In the leather of our skin blood would drip.
Down we'd go; into pieces.

. . . There's a darkness in the room next to me . . .
. . . I'm not sure what it could be and I can't yet see . . .
. . . My heart isn't changing, it's been long since it last did . . .
. . . I know where the basement is, the attic too . . .
. . . I know the bones hang in the closet by the door . . .
. . . But I've never seen the looks of you before . . .
. . . Hair like choking coal and eyes of putrid ebony . . .
. . . Some thin breezy nights I wish you'd swallow me . . .
. . . But I haven't yet left so here I'll be, burying my soul . . .
. . . Where a devil and an angel wait patiently . . .
. . . I'd go with you now if you'd come with me . . .
. . . Please don't hurry, I left you behind to find yesterday . . .
. . . I'm not quite done yet with staining ancient history . . .
. . . Birdsongs play in cemeteries so why can't we . . .
. . . Never said I was sorry, now I guess I'll go . . .
. . . But I'll take my skeletons with me . . .
. . . Please don't forget to blink before I fly . . .
. . . Into the darkness of the room next to me . . .

A few stiches with lacking seams
      You came to me as rough-woven fabric
      Under my fingers you were sewn in the lining

      But then you said, and I saw: walls
      So I tore it all down and found the bricks
      And I built you up again

      Red cement warned me not to pry
      With hope and grace you needed light
      In faith I tore cement away, I gave you glass
    
      Again I find the changing face of insecurity
      And I quickly find porcelain humanity
      Once more I made you into a finer clay

      Strength of mind and a feuding heart
      You became a gilt of silent armor
      Giving me blisters in the sun
  
      But for all your flighty woes and wonders  
      I never glanced away from each detail
      To find the broken platter of bending cracks

      You are burlap skin and of red brick mind
      Glass eyes and hidden sculpted mouth
      You don't shine in bruised and welded silver

      Some days I've built your mystery up annew
      I know I've torn you every way but down, you make me
      Tired, and make me scared, I won't build you up again