We could be
flowers
and
I wouldn't be
a coward
nature gives
and
nature takes
nature operates
in that space
we could be
moonbeams
shining down
on the blue thing
nothing quite like stepping-off
with
Vladimir Komarov
there's something
in-between us
lord knows
it isn't Jesus
maybe it's Calypso
baby
she's crazy
like a razor blade
but
I wish
that you didn't
know me
then you wouldn't
own me
and
I'd be free
like Liberty
living in
ancient Greece

I saw your
spitfire silhouette
setting like
the sun
smoking guns
on yr hips
cigarette between
yr lips

In a strange attempt
to
bind it
I worked
so hard
to hide it
somewhere
quite disguised
I'd be
surprised
if I can find it
if I ever buy
the blueprint
I'll accidently
glue it
upside down
the wrong way
around
face down
to the ground

I saw your
wings
and your
earrings
burning
like a
reef
and
all the roses
in yr
wreath
cigarette between
yr teeth