gogoponypanic

Full Circle

I've known a harsh mistress
She never let's me sleep alone
Having left her brand
On the insides of my eyelids
In a manner of speaking
Her beat and my heart beat in rhythm
But always hers
My heart racing to keep up
And step, turn, twist, dip
So far down
Music is my girlfriend, my dance partner
She keep me servile step
By step
With stringent memories
In the voices of a hundred others
A man I never met
Wise beyond my years, for he has more
Said he "wore a lifejacket
To romantic relationships"
But he was kind enough
To let me borrow it
In his music, in her
She left a question mark
In the itch between my shoulder
Blades like hands
On your flesh
But don't tell anyone
She does not know
So don't blow my whistle
Or I'll hear
In its shriek, the screams
From her bedroom of hands
And lips, and tongues
But I don't hit the right chord
For it resonates with my past
At every strum
And frightens her away
My wounds she sees, aghast
As they seep
With the voices of others
Never more than a few
But sleeping sweetly
If not restfully
Behind the sofa
Where I smile in her radiance
Directed across the room
Not nearly as oblivious
As she seems
As I wish she would be
To cool the heat in my cheeks
In my loins
I find my wisdom
In the words of other men
And swear another Nick
Never missed a step
In speaking of the scents
Of certain women
And how they can lull you to sleep
As only home can
And so writing, I realize
I have no wisdom of my own
And feel kith and kin to Faust
Who knew the smallness of the price
For it is no good to me, empty
As her eyes on me
But, I digress
I know a harsh mistress
And she makes me sweat
I cannot quit her
As long as she has me
So firmly in her grasp
She lulls me to sleep
With her branded drumbeat
On the insides of my eyelids, so to speak