Night and bottle after
sweating
tomb of dark where
we plunder hours
I know all your secrets
but we still wonder
which of us holds the gun
that haunts love
the gun that is the memory
of being owned
and of breaking
you don’t have to say a word
it has been a day
and the whole world
has changed
an earth that has flipped
and made itself over
is one of new laws
and inverted roads
and what we were used to
seems as strange
as the feeling that you felt
for the lovers you’d rather forget
were ever in your bed
were ever in your intimate heart
and what it had done
to your trust of words
to your picture of love
to the many faces
of your lips
and I watch
for the thief
and you watch
like both of us
but he hasn’t come
in a long time
and when he does
you’ll recognize him
I only ever wanted love
you only ever wanted love
to blur the line
between work and fantasy
to make them the same
to make the world
openings
without guns