Touches so soft still to confuse chastity
To feel young, lovely yet broken, and suddenly sickly
I feel it rise above me, the others run from the myrtle shade
Shook off my guards and fears to realize I have been betrayed
Two half circles around my eyes is what I call a life
I'm breaking my own bones, to bend, to melt so I could arrive
To listen to my warm words and ignore are cold decisions
If lost love left marks, you should dread those incisions
In our new home, the walls came down into a black pitch
You quickly hide monogamy, before I could find the light switch
Peeling yourself to live a second life in a second head
The living record of your memory bursts in bed
No shape so true, no truth in such looks
Show me your image in some descriptive book
Don't listen to those rabbits in the wintergreen bushes
Run from the candid and live underneath where the wave pushes