you're all alone in the evening as he's lying beside you dreaming. he doesn't touch you. hardly speaks. but he can cry over his spilt words - scattered thoughts like birds flown from a wire. he can spread a wet lie in the air with his murmuring disease. and he can still make you need.

i would set you free. i would kiss your twisting hair - press my teeth against your neck and into your night body - if only he wasn't the one winding inside of me.

let's wait by the phone. let's check our mail. let's hope we haven't yet blown what's been destined to fail.