With Your Devil Hands
Told you to meet me on a roof\n\nbecause I wanted to see you in the air.\n\nI never knew you were sky.\n\nTeach me how to be so many colors\n\nin twenty-two hours\n\nand the last two:\n\nhow to enter\n\ndreams.\n\nGive me your gaze.\n\nGo ahead,\n\nGive me the bullet.\n\nFuck the rope.\n\nI miss my home.\n\nI miss my shape.\n\nAll form,\n\nit\u2019s preposterous.\n\nI know we are more.\n\nI know I am dead.\n\nYou pretend that you\u2019re sure\n\nTrying to kiss my lips\n\nWith your heart still in jail.\n\nWe\u2019ve been so close it\u2019s evil.\n\nMeanwhile I am left to feel\n\nalone\n\nforced to watch you\n\nSplitting stars for fun.\n\nWith your devil hands.\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support