Over veggies and eggs Movie making talk Tired eyes I worry about lines in my face Cocooned so sweetly, so soft In your epic generosity.
Flashbacks they come and go In fast and slow spurts We lie in our cream And speak of what we have seen You've had such a life.
You dangle like beautiful ornaments The possibilities of our future Not to taunt But to so eloquently please So I let you please me.
You use phrases that are so quotable I admit the things I don't know Or understand With gentle hands you teach me to keep looking Into the face Of what I'm meant to do I sit in front of my new windows I need to buy nails Hang a mirror or two I feel anxious when I have time at home But I'm such a hermit sometimes I repair myself and prepare for battle.
I obsess over the maniacal And the objects and folks I cannot dare change Always sticking my neck out To try and have it go my way I've got much to do, much to do A thing or two You touch and teach me More than a thing or two
I watch the past die in embers and flames It can't lift its head I marked out days with ink Religiously slept alone Mama said she prayed And I look at you and I think