"The Skirt Rest"

You a rose-bed painted skin
Me to wander waters green
Water taught us both to wander
Rest aside and lulled to sleep
Dream has never been received
Gilded panic, spoke of well
Take your flaming violin
Burn your promised neverweres
Washing down your flattened hills
Ocean's hole we can't repair
Me to wander waters green
In the rivers of your hair

Sordid details of a life
Strings without a compromise

Clasped between the breath along
Meadowed lands of all abrupt
Me to wander waters green
You to break your china cups
Skirts aside this journey's fair
Sliding up and down her legs
Spotted white upon her skin
Neath the blackest shade of black
There's that porch of liquid air
Growing dense with every touch
You a rose-bud painted skin
Me who's losing all the time

Sordid details of a life
Strings without a compromise

Sewn as one upon the whirlwind
Torn apart at flooded graves
You where men are sculpted gold
Me where journey is the man
Under skies that scream for rain
God's blue beard of no excuse
You to wander waters green
Me to rest among the news
There's your wisdom, tinged, true
There's that harp your alleys broke
You the noose above the clouds
That's the wine on which I choke

Sordid details of a life
Strings without a compromise