PULSE
14:16
- you crawled into my bed that night
- like some sort of giant insect
- and i found myself spellbound
- at the sight of you there
- beautiful and grotesque
- and all the rest of that hot bug stuff
- bluffing your way into my mouth
- behind my teeth
- reaching for my scars
- that night we got kicked out of two bars
- and laughed our way home
- that night you leaned over
- and puked into your hair
- and i help you there thinking
- i would offer you my pulse
- if i thought it would be useful
- i would give you my breath
- except
- the problem with death
- is we have some hundred years
- and then they can build buildings
- on our only bones
- a hundred years
- and then your grave is not your own
- we lie in our beds
- and our graves
- unable to save ourselves
- from the quaint tragedies we invent
- and undo
- from the stupid circumstances
- we slalom trhough
- and i realized that night
- that the hall light
- which seemed so bright when you turned it on
- is nothing
- compared to the dawn
- which is nothing
- compared to the light
- which seeps from me while you're sleeping
- cocooned in my room
- beautiful and grotesque, resting
- that night we got kicked out of two bars
- and laughed our way home
- i thought:
- i would offer you my pulse
- i would give you my breath
- i would offer you my pulse...