I Could Be Your Boyfriend

If I could fly I would never surrender                                                             

If I could fly I would fly over the pine trees                                                                       

Until I am somewhere where solitude is a dream                           

Where I could trace over the past                                                           

Sew a ribbon onto thy heart and drown in tears                             

The tables we turn, the glow-worms in my palms               

Sticky with angel cake and a jar of ladybugs in spring                         

When the night is icy and cold and there is no difference                         

Between desire and loneliness 

I rest with my feet in the pond, watching the gulls                         

Gather like dust, the sky ripe with summer clouds                                                                 

Drinking from the pail of milk                                         

The roses spill over the mist of the pine trees                                                                            

I close my eyes and think I could be your boyfriend

Kissing you until the sky gets dark                             

Filling in your heart, until there is nothing more                             

I could be your boy and feel less lonely in your arms                         

Kissing and not sleeping                                                               

Kissing and not sleeping 

I watch the cows grazing in fields of golden syrup                                           

And find myself longing for your touch                                         

As the years pass me and the slow dance of memory                           

Whispers brackish seas of goodbye                                                         

I am sure of myself, always thinking of his love                                             

The hawk on the string by the blue hillside                                         

Tired, I rub my eyes and remember the goat song                     

My Jesus bracelet and my cloudy jeans                               

Strawberry jam and the dirt on my knees                                 

Pressed against another note written in the stars                             

In the evergreen echoing sadness of love 

Kissing you until the sky gets dark                                       

Filling in your heart, until there is nothing more                         

I could be your boy and feel less lonely in your arms                           

Kissing and not sleeping                                                         

Kissing and not sleeping.