Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the
satellites that call her name. It's as if the
ocean swallowed the city
lights that we fell in love with. Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the
hands we held. This is
beginning to get ugly, dear. You feed me to the
lions. Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth. Now you feed
me to
the lions. How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees. How we
reach for each other only to die alone. How we reach for the
stars only to
swim through the dead. How we strive to connect only to fall apart. Just
between me and you I felt the rapture in
your arms.