Do not undress to fear or doubt my love,
her whisper in your ear.
that leaves your will to leave the house undone
You have shown her form to me, my love
you have let her in
and turned me to an angel of my own
until the coffer rings for you, my love,
i will keep disfathoming
alone and forever
memory is a funny thing
that comes abrupt a strange thing
to me without a warning
suddenly sort of carving me up in smoke
Memory that comes to me suddenly
sort of is abrupt, without carving me.
A funny thing,
a strange thing,
up in smoke.
Memory is a funny thing
that comes abrupt, a strange thing to
me. Without a warning,
sort of carving me up in smoke.
in the middle of the night
of the memory a piece severed
a thing little filled with fright
a sort-of-me is tethered
that picks between
and her hip