Until

God help me, I’m posting on livejournal. I blame Drambuie.


In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You, you said you would wait
Until the end of the world

Tonight, at least, I’m not breaking hearts.
I am reaching for things deceptively far
Which is good, all things considered
For if I touched I would surely topple
Towers, crystal, and china
Hey let’s make a melange
You kick and I’ll fumble
I’ve got shards for feet
Skating on thin skin
My goal is out of bounds in all
conceivable directions.
Hey girl, let’s make a maybe
Swaddle up our somedays in perhaps
and hedge them around in bets.
I’m not naturally tart
It’s just a chronic condition
You benefit me with your doubts
Stop that.
Reign me in I’m spooked
But you can stable me
Molten glow on a moonless night
Wending your smouldering grace
Around my snowbound heights.