The knives have been
Winning
& they're cutting up
Against
Our toes now
But we got ourselves in
This embrace
& there aren't keys
To those cuffs
Yet, honey
But we've just got to
Keep waiting
Until
They fall from our
Weary sky
You were known in
The books
As the one who dreamed
Of much greener grass
& I was more
Inclined
To the Victorians
Than I was to the taste
Of tea.
But oh, did we wage
Our wars in perfect
Rhythm to our
Untamed hearts?
Or we were just shimmering
Light in the bits of cutlery
They found shining
At the bottom
Of the sea?