These numbers and figures in my head,
they turn me 'round,
most of the time I'm unsure where's
up and where's down.
I found my phone hidden right above
the thermostat,
I caught you next to the wall curled up
just like a cat.
I ran my fingers like surfers through
waves in your hair,
And we wept while we slept with visions
we barely dared
To dream with eyes half shut and our minds
closed like windows
In winter, like hearts of a thousand
who've been widowed.
You kissed my brow, you apologized
for beating me up,
I made you some cookies, and you shared
your water cup.
I love you for the hair on your legs,
Your huge knuckles,
For when you sing like an opera star,
And laugh at couples.
But everytime my ear's to your chest,
there's not a beat,
The noise from your heart sounds more like
Shackles on feet.
-A
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