Rest my head across your arms,
it's been a long week going love
and the cackling in the city isn't
just the sound of ravens because
we fought for once and the flowers
exploded in purple and yellow articulations
of something else entirely, like
explosions of truths in people,
like dancing with the devil with no shoes on
like calling down thunder upon the city
of hive minds, nestled in wax catacombs.

It's been a long time coming love,
it's been a long time since you came around my door
and it's been a long time loving girl
because they can't sell us love at the liquor store.

but we were so beautiful once, we were so beautiful
twice, and we were so beautiful in the quiet scene
by the boat on the river, moving drunkenly like an
idle leaf upon the skein of effervescent waters
with the reflection of street lights wavering like
candles, with Paris offered to our love like some
insane bounty, some festival of soft lights that
look like people at last.