We will go together, you and I, into cities
strange,splendid and waiting to be taken by us so loving and so cruel
Passerbys can give us funny looks
and call us queer if they so please
Arms knotted at the elbow, so
Anyone else's thoughts will mean very little
We will trace our tiny feet along arcade flooring
adjacent to monumental parish churches
That scare you as if you were some son of Satan
And in that case I can role play as a son of Sam. All
we need now is a hound to pin our blames on.
Since coming of age
I've dwelled on Augustinian confessions
As forms of atonement
And you don't care
To hear of my sins that are not sins in your eyes,
That's why I've liked you for so long
Yet you strive to change me into something I am not
And that's why we never last and won't last. Still, the sky hangs
dimly sunny overhead and though miles divide us the sky's predictable mutation
impells planning like scripture does those who care to
worship and spread and undo and renounce
And I cannot wait to wander lost again,
this time with neither of us able to guide the other
And if nothing else, I am glad I could make it so you don't fear being lost as much, you're still
A nascent in my eyes although I first saw you as a father figure.
Isn't it funny how much you can watch someone change before
your very eyes? I hope you are dressed
and wearing your most robust boots,
seeing that those strange cities may call for us any moment now.
And I said nonono O ladyday!
(Now I love you like a brother)
