Tension Rod

If my body is a seed, bury me beneath the weeds
Your hands were silver spades washing dirt across my face
A decade of wooden beads draped along your collarbone
I can't get to sleep
Let alone all alone

Pace out the path from the last step to the greenhouse
Where we kept a bed of Nerium Oleander
Tucked away
I fed five crushed pedals to my best friend
In the next life
I apologized

Violin under your chin
We stood up to applaud the mess you're in
A couple pints short of a blood show
Let me know when to sew the seams
And block the blood flow

Everything's a sin if it's made to sound desirable
I'm at home in my own skin
Blistered up
Burn every fold
Your kiss is like a sermon I can't sit through
It's comforting, but it won't do
Chariots were burning down
Blend into walls
Foam at the mouth

I let you be on your own
To kill yourself by the river
I let you be my misery
My dying breath held deeper

We blend into cloth
Hold that thought while I break the tension rod
Every thought worth repeating