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from a black widow's reckoning i'll sink below the ground find
your fortuitous spine the weeping wailing calls you echo in
opened up like a marionette i'll build a house around you
dance a whimsical pride stir a moat until you drown down
lend a hand to the silver blade
stir your gut til it pours i'll whisk away your heartsigh
fill our cups with profanity and bury it in mine
til the earth is stained orange
only lonely
how my tongue dried into the dust hidden breath beneath the floor
how my skin willed a lie only only
drill a hole in the field where your tears drip from the drawers
just the size of my thighs only lonely hid the morning from the stars
only only weeping glimmers in the dark
feel as lonely as i do
i could hear your back cracking
dried up seeds neath our parted seas o'er the sky so you could wear it
floating pears on the tide thunder whispered low so
slow motion to drown me you could bear it in
roaming streams from our eyes
come down come now back
how my tongue dried into the dust carry on o warily on
how my skin willed a lie
drill a hole in the field i'll whisk away your heartsigh
just the size of my thighs and bury it in mine
feel as lonely as i do
bodyache
hold the pain in a soft crux you said, you said
with our palms facing up turn the lights down
push it thoroughly through and through i wanna be alone
this is ours to drink up i read your head away
oh the madness in weakness i couldn't stand how it pleaded
doubled o'er on the plate i needed to take
fill an ocean with weaponry
hurricanes of our grace take a break take me down there
i wanna stare at the tears how they
feel as lonely as i do watered your years
she took your face and called it her choir stillness in woe
knitting lace out of lashes powdered with ashes meet me in the blue bed
she took your hands and told you to wonder i'll be drawing out your flaws
how you'd fit in the land if the waves held you and clawing at what's caused
under my knees to tremble
meet me in the back shed
i'll take you out and up and light i'll be hanging up the knives
i'll bury you good and straight and right humming melodies that rhyme
if you ask in that soft voice building castles out of shovels
don't forget
hang my head about
as if we never had the time
seacastle
to draw it on the walls
i could build a big machine what's all the trouble
draw pictures for the walls push my mind around
hang up all my fragile thoughts as if it's warming up your hands
displayed that you might see as if it's softer than the land
a space a drop a cloth a comfort of all soaked and supple
frailties in me
don't be afraid if it's a little bit close
the moon is dead but she still pulls on me i built a kingdom of your throes
baby why don't you see my sea i'm seeing double
get inside and build your castle into me don't be afraid if there's no wind in my hair
get inside and pull on my sea there's a stillness left in there
i'm seeing double
and nothing's growing
dry it out for days there's a breath left in there
and then i'll beckon every rain o i would say
i'll hover like refrain wait for the storm
o push the cloud out take it away
meet me in the back shed i'm seeing double
throw the wind and he'll not pause
hold up what's cast and listen close i built a kingdom of your throes
to how my knees prey but it's a little bit close
there is a stillness in our woes
o pry the door from it's post but it's a little bit close
i've been hiding out for days