I dreamed you came aboard
to commend me to the sea
and I dreamed you rode a horse
to your wedding sidesaddle
even though the only thing
you let between your legs
was the melancholy strings
of the cello, you with your instinct
for music and dangerous suitors
I still place to this day what is left
of the afternoon in care of your hands
kissed by so many strange men
whose names you can't remember
on the long nights we spend
together without sleeping
in the same bed alone we are
dreaming the dreams
we dream when all love is lost.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
I dreamed you came aboard
to commend me to the sea
and I dreamed you rode a horse
to your wedding sidesaddle
even though the only thing
you let between your legs
was the melancholy strings
of the cello, you with your instinct
for music and dangerous suitors
I still place to this day what is left
of the afternoon in care of your hands
kissed by so many strange men
whose names you can't remember
on the long nights we spend
together without sleeping
in the same bed alone we are
dreaming the dreams
we dream when all love is lost.
