I look at you as you crush the daisies
Strewn in the meadow we hardly visit
Still reeking as it were from our first kiss

Your hands carelessly crush the petals
And not my fingers
Above and below us, silence
The moon is the only one who sees
My heart splintering against
Your sleeves

I had a reputation for burning bridges
But you had builder’s hands
Though this night, neither of us know
How to do either

When these plants are long gone
And they find my skull here,
Centuries from now
Reeking of crushed daisies
I wonder whether they will smell you hiding
Beneath the grinning bone

- Love should go **** itself