You on your knees
blood on your teeth
pride at my feet
But aren’t you what
I love the most.
Aren’t you what I want?
You know me better
than I know myself.
If I am the singer
you are the song
from my lips, maybe
but your heart
is the tune I hum
when I can’t sleep
restless in the moon
when all the
green silver blue black sky
is star star star iridescence
the laundry list of
everything I want
to sing to you
goes down the paper
like so
down down
just like I want
you on your knees
blood on your teeth
pride at my feet
Wishful thinking
