I can not sink into your bed tonight.
I have to go.
My arms must row.
Your bed is soft,
Your face is sweet,
You gaze is true,
Your eyes are blue,
But mine see through to:
Where? Oh where?
Where lies my tarp tonight?
Where lies my moonlight?
Where lies my sunrise?
Where lies my heart?
There is a ball of fire above your house,
You squirm and coo,
I'm petting you.
But there is a ball of fire inside your chest.
I'm a mirror moon.
You're a black lagoon.
I'm a birch canoe.
I'm a wind that blew.
I'm a migrating moose on the prairie, loose