and there's voices, and there's faces
and there's pearled syllables
that hang around your neck
and there are lakes and many seas
and tarnished rings for eternity
but there's nothing i can be
around your neck
i'm just tired of guessing and pretending
and empty blue conversations
and wet shoes pointed inwards
when they don't know what to say
so i'll still sit on your bed
another place that i might keep
but with everything you've said
it wont be the same
and my body on that mattress
won't tell you like a compass
and your drop ins may not hold you
when you think i'll keep you up
but i will unzip every zipper
and take off every layer
of the suit that you had made me
something i should never have worn
but you gave it like a handshake
and i took it, oh what these hands made
and everything i gave it
now it's gone into the clouds
and maybe it will float there
synchronize swimming with the birds
and the parcel on your doorstep:
i hope it's what you're looking for.
finally.
