Dolly_Quinn

Because you hear me
my words
sometimes they thin out
like the footprints of seagulls on the beaches.
Necklace, drunken rattle
for your hands as sweet as grapes.
And I see my words far away.
More than mine, they are yours.
They climb on my old pain like ivy.
They climb on these damp walls.
You are the culprit of this bloody game.
They flee from my dark refuge.
You fill everything, everything.
Before you, they filled the loneliness you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I want to tell you.
Because you hear as I want you to hear me.
The wind of anguish still drags them.
Hurricanes of dreams sometimes still knock them down.
You hear other voices in my pained voice.
Cries of old mouths, blood of old pleas.
Love me, partner. Do not abandon. Follow me.
Follow me, partner, in this wave of anguish.
But my words are being tinged with your love.
You occupy everything, everything.
I will make an endless necklace of all of them
for your white hands, as sweet as grapes.