fingers on my forehead synthesize honey in my throat.
no, i don't want to kiss
but my dreams are falling out and listening in.
combine all of the rooms and all of the eyes
and watch how love sees you.
skeletons join hands
and make your love when everyone is dead
everything will sound strange
when the waves of your brain
start to bloom in the spring
and sing to you.
let's go back to the places where we were born
and bury what came before.