Your bedroom is a cinder In the black hearth of the night You are sleeping with the singer Though the drummer fucked you twice There are details not recorded And the memory drown in wine Those days were minor bruises Their atoms lost in time
I loved you from a distance Like a bird surveys the dawn It hesitates to get involved Though beautiful the morn There are details not recorded And the memory drowned in wine You are sleeping with the singer Your kiss will ne'er be mine
Your lovers are like dominoes They chain across your life These bones are almost seamless Though they topple in a line I've seen the way you kiss him One eye upon the next You're never short of candidates To suckle to your breast To hook and clip your dress
My hands are small but careful I'd trace your map of bone Slowly chart the latitudes As sculptors sculpt the stone There are details not recorded And the memory drowned in wine You are sleeping with the singer Your kiss wiLL ne'er be mine. ************************