Little dark girl with kind eyes
When it comes time to use the knife
I won't flinch and i won't blame
You, As I drive along the shore alone
As the palms wave, The ugly heavy palms
As the living does not arrive
As the dead do not leave
I won't blame you, Instead
I will remember the kisses
Our lips raw with love and how you gave me
Everything you had and how I
Offered you what was left of me
And I will remember your small room
The feel of you the light in the window
Your records your books
Our morning coffee our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together sleeping
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate and forever your leg my leg
Your arm my arm your smile and the warmth
Of you who made me laugh
Again little dark girl with kind eyes
You have no knife the knife is
Mine and I won't use it yet