High Tide

I must have looked her open every time Into your skin I took a grosgrain bow Becoming softer in a wrinkled dress Weary of falling, would you still let go? I will brace myself into love And collapse beneath the center Circles under and thick with love Just a cruel experimenter Whisper, heaving and hung with love Pressed against pastel paint chipping She draws a pretend pistol Staring up at the droves in lukewarm shame Promise to love me where he shut the door Voices accompanied when I held your hand Shouting "I never liked myself before"