8.10.10

i gave my lover a needle and a thread
i gave my lover a handful of dirt
i gave my lover a piece of my head
i showed my lover where it hurt

i considered for a time
putting all of my cares up in a line
giving them a special place in the sun
then shooting them down one by one

there wasn't much of a signal
there wasn't much of a sign
when it choked i didn't think twice
when it broke i didn't mind

the touch of a warmer hand
making a presence and making demands
coaxing me without ever knowing me
telling me what to think and be

i gave my lover an anchor and a chain
i gave my lover a fistful of theft
i gave my lover a drop of rain
i told my lover what was left

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