Death hangs by the doornail
And leaves the love with whiskey and cigarettes
I wanted nothing but the truth
And found my repose in her auburn smoke
And flinty gaze
She laughs and dances
In a field of suns and rose tongue dreams
Laying under the tree reading
Its shadow fades my skin
And she spins away smiling fading weathering out
Holding my tears in a vault over her breast
I remember her heart filling the room
And wrapping me up in cotton candy
And the whole world was our bed
Or the room we laughed in
Or her screams and slaps on the cough
Island
And we needed to swim
When she felt small
And I felt insignificant
And she leaves me here feeling her love in the dust
And sits a bayou queen floating through the carnivals and balls
Orchestrating the fireworks.
