Nothing We Say Leaves This Room

Your eyes begin to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the satellites that call her name.

It's as if the ocean swallowed the city lights that we fell in love with.

Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the hands we held.

This is the beginning to get ugly, dear.

You feed me to the lions.

Now the tongue becomes the bridge between the broken teeth.

Now you feed me to the lions.

How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees.

How we reach for each other only to die alone.

How we reach for the stars only to swim through the dead.

How we strive to connect only to fall apart.

Just between you and me I felt the rapture in your arms.