Nebraska skies are cloudy
with weather on the way
you call and wonder if i heard that song
though three years have passed away
(though actually four)
four years
but three feels saner somehow
and i answer as if it was just this morning
from
some fancy elevator
you called to say you loved me more
and the room gets draped in shadows prism'd grey
just as the day's dandelion sun hides away
at only four
sitting on the dining room floor
breathless
lifeless
blood singing against bones too fragile for May
silence is sex & water
lifting to sorrow's fields golden and
wishing wishing
for more of the things not asked for
love is found in the corners & the contrast
of rosemary and leather-honeyed tongues
have i heard that song?
of course i have
on a concrete loop amidst the blue of my days
he tells me all the things i want to hear from lips
things whispered over lines & skin
thru dreams dark with dust & power
he says the lines of every song
though it's four not three
there's some fragment of memory
lodged in the feathers of this spring
holding a foolish cloudy wonder
with weather on the way
rain always brings you home
and i'll answer the door
like it's three not four
