and I am the lesser warrior
of the morning,
but have you ever fallen
in love with someone dangerous?
after that performance in bed,
all I've been listening to is St. Vincent since
singing sexy hymnals in my head.
desperate was tonight,
a kind of seed I breathed
in a dream
I ran to a city and built a new city,
but didn't invite you
to live in it.
in a thousand years,
I will go back
to let you in,
your lips a magnificent mess
of dust and blood.
the greater eye
of life sees
the stone crumbling,
the resurrected song.
my heart and dick
have fallen
into the great lake,
and strode to the middle
where it hurts most, still.