Erica Jong - The Man Under the Bed lyrics

The man under the bed The man who has been there for years waiting The man who waits for my floating bare foot The man who is silent as dustballs riding the darkness The man whose breath is the breathing of small white bu*terflies The man whose breathing I hear when I pick up the phone The man in the mirror whose breath blackens silver The boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs The man at the end of the end of the line I met him tonight I always meet him He stands in the amber air of a bar When the shrimp curl like beckoning fingers & ride through the air on their toothpick skewers When the ice cracks & I am about to fall through he arranges his face around its hollows he opens his pupilless eyes at me For years he has waited to drag me down & now he tells me he has only waited to take me home We waltz through the street like d**h & the maiden We float through the wall of the wall of my room If he's my dream he will fold back into my body His breath writes letters of mist on the gla** of my cheeks I wrap myself around him like the darkness I breathe into his mouth & make him real