At dusk I can see myself alive
In your pupils
Floating inside the blue bands
The little piece of sky you keep hidden
As I take in your skin...your neck
Smells like the moisture on a dirt floor
After you carry the embers of this city
Under my covers
I unravel into a a million honest pieces
Watching you come towards me
because your nights climb my spine
and this bed is too big
For the rope that we wind