Lux en tenebre.
Waiting for the break of day.
But my lovely on the bus
doesn't arrive timely. I trust
that she's still riding on her way.
But there's evil amidst
this city, I suspect there is—
some alleyway or shadowcreep will take
my lovely away.
Hope she's coming home soon.

We're both sorry, we both say it;
we're both sorry to say it.
Don't accept the sorries
nor know the complaint.
She's never wanted her pain
to be felt fully till me.
Means: I just don't get,
I need a lesson, get taught.
Maybe then she'd expect
me to understand.
Hope she's coming home soon.

[earlier]
Can't stand me to call you "baby,"
because anyone could be my.
Where is the name you taught me to say?
Lux, dear; look lightly, I fear
what you share brings me closer
cuz what I know's there 'neath could hurt me.
I cower at curious looks:
what's earthed by tremor's still invisibly shook.
I'll dig like an artist to find you out,
to breathe above ground, breathe dirt from our mouths.