mtrotter1

The Husband

Perpetual errors stimulate my mind

I scrape the dirt off my feet, for I feel guilty

This wicked love story has no end

Embrace the borders of my mind

For I feel your fingertips all over me,

For we are the living dead of the century

So powerful is our passion

For each other,

Because our love is edgewise

Like around the bend

And there\'s no other love

Greater than this...

Why do the cosmic stars align with our Jesus?

For Jesus is black and mild, behold the Cinergy

For you rub me with your oil

And I bend

Fluorescent colors spike the rum like magic

No other love is spiritual like this

I beg for the walls to fall;

And you are the husband I never had

You are a rose in Brooklyn

You are the sun in Harlem

I never knew a love could feel this strong

For my inner truth is no longer bitter

I stand on my own two feet,

For love is rare like a precious diamond

Rattling the eyes of curiosity,

And tampering with the minds of the soul

Driven to fall again and again...

My passionate body recognizes yours

A poet recognizes a poet

And real recognizes truth,

Behold the sirens going off

Behold the fire\'s explosion,

I wonder where my true love lies

Between barren sheets I no longer recognize

For you are the husband I never had, truly

Behind the veil there is a sweet southern truth

And the deepness of your voice rattles me...

It rattles my brain

And it makes me go insane,

To whom do I honor in this hour

When the silver curtains hit the floor?

For I see that rose in Brooklyn

Lying peacefully at the door;

Let us dance under the moonlight

As your words are killing me softly

Between riddles and rhymes,

Oh who else has borrowed time?

Well at least I have a borrowed dime

The one you give me every time...

For love is a crisis

Buried in sin,

For we are silk sheets in the middle of summer

For you are my husband, and I am your wife

Pretending to be unhappy

Because that\'s what we are to each other

Two unhappy birds in the forest

For we are unable to fly.