You've got my heart strings ******* in cat's cradle
I pray you'll be gentle, don't think you're able.
No promise was made, the world on spins
yet from my eyes, leak testimony of betrayal
so fair, knowing I could never win.

I chew on the thought like a watermelon rind
in the stifle of june bug skies
bitter juice to poison this mind.
And I want you to stroke the space where ribs grow tight
but I still see you reaching for my breast
in the absence of light.

Foaming like the rivers edge,
every moment I move my mouth
can you - I beg - listen instead.

You tell me I am what lets your eyes close
when, at night, you sleep.
I wonder what you dream in visions deep
are our eyes embraced as we lay appose?
Will you touch me beyond these sheets?