I can taste your breath
through the telephone
I can hear your cough
in my back room
I see your eyelids closing
and your boot prints
on my bed.
the knife for my bread
cuts into the surface
and ripples lap against my bow.
I can taste your breath
through the telephone
I can hear your cough
in my back room
I see your eyelids closing
and your boot prints
on my bed.
the knife for my bread
cuts into the surface
and ripples lap against my bow.