Knuckles

Like the scorpion I found under my covers You fed on my apologies Did it make you feel pretty cool? Your eyes like horror film incandescent light I sunbathed under your politics I kissed the scales of your spine Became a ghost to all of my want Now I can't tell what's mine Keys between your knuckles Call me when you get home Don't call it mine And you are not someone else's church You were always the spring They made you believe you are the poison weed The apple thief, taste of honey bees and potpourri Keys between your knuckles Call me when you get home Don't call it mine All this growing smaller Makes a girl hungry don't Call it mine We never asked, we never asked for it When the heavens parted to leave us bruises Will you still eat citrus from the trees When I'm the dirt, when I become the weeds Keys between your knuckles Call me when you get home Don't call it mine All this growing smaller Makes a girl hungry don't Call it mine