The past has ransacked my kitchen.
It shattered some glass,
--here are the images you cannot erase--
overturned a chair
--don't you wanna fall in love with me--
flipped the clock crazy,
--never waste my precious time--
scattering the pots and pans.
--Here you go.
More secrets to uncover --
I recognize this hot mess.
Now limping from the battlefield,
My wounds are deeper still,
Another breath is held in vain,
More holes I’ll fail to fill,
I’m learning from my civil war,
Another round to Death,
My brittle fists are shaking high,
For peace I hold my breath.
Whatever it is
that makes you tick
keeps me up at night..
shreds the sheets
like some dirty uniform
at stiff attention -
Restless..
that's how you have me
Wide-awake
like there is more to say
and no way to say it
Unless..
Take me home with you ~
I want to live under your bed..
the someone in the dark;
the spirit beneath your feet..
a secret moan
of crawls
in the empty spaces
between your mattress
and those punched-out pillows -
Restless..
I yearn to make a mess of your floorboards
and be the ~soft~ air
that creeps past the nape of your neck..
the whisper of womanly sighs
as I enter your mouth
in a 'hush'
and watch