The Shape of Your Skull
4/23/2014       

I’m so ecstatic, in the waning hands of time
Will you call me your own, and let me call you mine
You stand so still, like a shadow on the wall
And I want to be with you, in the plane and the dull

I hurt all over, but nothing could feel better
I want to dance and jump over you forever
This is all made for you and I to see
And weather through the open ends of eternity

My imaginary friends will guide me
Through this tortured world
No insanities will blind me, you will see, dear girl
If I vanish like a noise vanquished in the null
All I can recall is the shape of your skull