coffeewhiskey

Tired of Lies and Getting Used to It


those cherubs still dance in the fountain where we splashed as kids
I'm still your broken lamp lit hips, still kissing your ugly sins
steal away a glance at your hard pressed gritting teeth
I'll lick away all the lies and grime of shooting off or yielding

but Mary Ann I hear you're afraid of your queen Elizabeth
Comprise your rosy cheeks like you're a cushion hiding pins
I'm still your fighting quips, I'm alive in your nightmares
I'll see you in that courtyard, where you keep giving in to illegal courtships

when you stepped so deep, I swear your breath broke three of your dresses keeps
and snapped like twigs your breasts beat like birds swift wings
upon a corset wrapped are birds in a golden cage
now left free to fly in rhythm and to sing

running down long hallways in ghosts nightgowns got the best of them
and "Oh Mary Ann It's time we turned those quick breaths into fits"
Graduate a midwives cot into my bed of repressed springs
I like you more that way, so full of fire, so full of it
I like us more that way, splashing in the fountain with cherubs and seraphim's