I am reserved for the man
Running through my dreams
Showering me with kisses
Loving that part of me that beams
Lately, I’ve given you away over and over
His laughing, only a bit distracting
What time of day
Will it be when you are aware
Of the damaged you’ve caused
Or the silence you bear
So what’s beside you weary winter rain
Showering you, devouring me
Riding to earth from the heavens
Yet not in my dreams
Have I glimpsed a sight
Not looking to fall
And I’m apart at the seams.
A Dead Language 