And I believe in love holding me with tender invisible struts, taught across a wide high bed
And some stones sit rotting at the centre of a fruit, no matter how sweet the flesh
And some times pass with magpies’ broken glass
And be grateful for the hair on your legs, which grew with no encouragement,
And which you need only water and feed
And for the skin that holds you apart
And for the voice that tells birds how I fly
And for knowing burial in the earth of your beard
And for river tears that only God heard by
And for blisters that listened so hissing jealousy knew no audience
And for the hundred and six times I wanted to love you
And held my breath for two too long
And have now asphyxiated.
And I was just trying to prove myself
And I am so happy I know I am left behind
And I am so happy to be free of your chest
And even though our paths
And I’ll pray for you, dear moonlight
And they’ll build a bridge for the goblin
And I am so happy I know I am left behind
And I am so happy to be free of your chest
And even though our hearts
And even though I’ll pray for you, dear moonlight
And they’ll build a bridge for the goblin
And the stallion, tired from cross-winds that silence his brothers, lay easy in her blessed field, with your own kind.
And the bird listens
And I’ll pray for you, sings the bird
And you’ll pray for yourself, sings the bird
And I’ll pray for you, sings the bird
And you’ll pray for yourself, sings the goblin.