Dancing our duress (A pas de deux)
Sixty watts watched me
Examine my breathin a backyard,
In the year New England
Failed
To recall
That it was March and not May,
That came like a lion and left like a lamb
And let fog unwind the lace cobweb of life
Under the four A.M. hologen moon
Melt an embrace
Over my moccasin moves
And dog calls.
They were arabesques and soliloquies (respectively)
Sung legato
To the matron seraphim of
Lonely lovers with the coldest hands
Taste low tide on the navy sands,
And she and muse are sisters, mute,
In adolescent fury and jealousy.
(She hums just above an engine)
Soph*moric aural embargos
Weigh heavy cargo on my soul,
Who cuts when he things I'm asleep.
But I know better,
Because I only cry when I mean it.
Lonely lovers with the coldest hands
Taste low tide on the navy sands
And she and muse are sisters, mute,
In adolescent fury and jealousy.
She hums just above an engine,
And she leads beneath the sheets,
And she and muse are sisters, mute,
In adolescent fury and jealousy.