Tell Me That You Want Me

Tell me how it feels to love

I want to know, is it like the movies?

Is it gentle and rough?

 

I drink from the fountain of romantic words

Wells hinder the ducted propeller

On love's odyssey

The rope of lethargy slowly frays

Twisted into pretty moon shapes I made

From the glowing umbrage I always seem to feel

Chipping away at the Achilles heel

I am an empty house, all the lights are out

The jewels have been passed down as heirlooms

I watch over them, refusing to make ten foot tall accusations

In abandoned train stations

I think to myself, when the firmament grows black

My faith, it could never brake like a chain

I wear it like a smile for the sun

New flowers growing

My pockets are filled with crunchy almonds

Dollars for the jazz man

With eldritch ghosts in my cranium

I see lovers kissing in parks, horned vipers

Pissing in rivers, all the rivers in the world

Those same old cloudy vitamins

Behind hands

Expecting to get down to the root cause

The pin's passed through the end of the axle

To keep the wheel in position like the swan king

Parcels are ordered, parcels arrived

Neatly wrapped in boxes I cast aside

Like the eyes of nuns with metaphors on their tongues

I have no self control, but I'm working on it

Working on the road

Desperately needing to be fixed

My love for this gift called life is rapidly increasing like a wildfire

Leaving me wondering why I ever wanted to die in my darkest hour

Why I wanted to take the final pill and go onto somewhere different

Somewhere more remote, to the place where angels go

Somewhere more attainable

Why I wanted to follow you down the path into seasons

I don't think I'm quite ready for my death

I haven't prepared for my final goodbyes

Haven't decided what I want my last meal to be

Because I'm indecisive like a never ending sea of contradictions

All I've seen are quick flashes, photos, and old memories

My life is non-linear, in conversations

Not concerning truths 

 

Got my foot in my mouth

Painter of nature

Haven't added the final brushstrokes to my painting

Oscillating filaments

If I were to put my money on it

I'd bet the locksmith is a gambling disciple

Holding many regrets, with wooden spoon legs

I took the coconut kernel and silence was drummed into me

I shudder to think how loud my thoughts are

Patched up with bearskin, in towns in Padua

Drinking with fish from Gave d'Oloron

Drinking sixfold in the foxhole

By the byway

I had sussed out what's nebulous

At sixteen I was introduced to Vlaminck's

Mashed potato alcohol

Drunk, sunburnt, I collapsed, was rescued by heroes

In daisy fields they found me like a kouros time has forgotten

Whispering about silent things where the table comes to a blunt end

Laughing at little things when I was nineteen

I took a leaf out of Jesus' book

Everyone in the cherry house has eaten their hanging fruit

Rubbed their genies, and has a good reason to talk

With arches draped across our faces

In displays of self-satisfaction

I gad about, I go the long haul

I throw four-letter words around

Built my ship from the ribcage of seventy

In my attempt to escape reality

I picked pearls, I picked shells

Dug through the soil to the bedrock

I claw through jargon, but no one noticed

It was daylight robbery, inscrutable in every way

The vested interest no longer exists

The unfortunate casualty of life is bleeding out

Paper flowers in the fairy land

Honey is dripping from the imperial red lips of Ariel

Of Dahlia, with the deportment of a bohemian vagabond

With stony broke tear glands and pressure on the lungs

I lay on the spring grass and the heather

Absorbing prisms of light

On a bevelled edge

The night lets out a terrible cry

The wound won't heal, time is an avalanche

Locked in a sanctum with death blows and murmuring echoes

I wend my way through the city following the singing thrush

The music coming from the tyran't belly

Wound up at the lake

Between the hills in the valley

The lanterns escaped before the drought

I left my pride with the fox, graffiti on the walls

Warm to the touch, I gave my body to the gods

My shining golden armour is burnished

But doesn't hold off your words

They cut deeper than swords

 

So tell me                                                                                                                     

Tell me how it feels                                                                                                           

How it feels to love                                                                                                           

Tell me that you want me                                                                                                   

So I'm not left wondering                                                                                                     

Wondering                                                                                                         

How it feels to love.