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(I can't Divide breakers From colours Or quakers But someday I'd like To be covered In skyI can't Tell the weather From the gaps In the heather But I'd like to be there When you come down from high.)

It's supposed to melt metal and burn stars – They'll tell you it's a more personal but less useful mode of address – You on a riverbank in the sun, Grass surrounds your dress.There's dust on the floor And if we hit it right, It'll fly up and glint in the yellow light One swirling misting cloud Around my fingers and your fingertips As we speak thoughts aloud.It's supposed to bubble and fire underwater Because it isn't the kind to be easily defined And if someone were to speak to me of magma I'd say they could do a worse comparison To melting rock Than to think of a soul hard and protected Being drawn out by the look in your eyes.

Beds are where we feel safe. We build our homes and our loves, and construct our ventricles Between the sheets of a single bed, Held closer for the habitation of two.Hibernate in the winter as the world outside turns white And watch the two chambers beating in your hands, And slowly your bed becomes doubled, and your home moves with you, Wherever she may go. It starts slowly at first – you may not even notice.I remember how she said there was something sinister in a heart still beating Some people would have told me to take that as a warning.Slowly, so that I didn't notice under my watch, Our stomachs became covered with radioactive isotop...

Blood and bits of bodies rained down Colourful In the evening.The breeze was pleasantly warm, And the occasional cries of surprised children or parents Did nothing to disrupt the serenity.Inside the world was screaming Screeching lungfuls of hot molten ash into its stomach Where it could burn a hole through the walls of the people it ateUntil the stomach, white hot, churned out its own blood. But the people were peaceful Lying side by side in the grassAnd arm in arm on the hill. The green that held their bodies together Held the world so still.  

Sometimes when                                            You were not around I'd beat my heart                                            Into the groundAnd the bombers flew overheard and the string quartet kept playing in the courtyard.We lay together on the hill And we watched as the stars all turned into bombs, one by one,And the sky would never quite be night Because there was always light From somewhere where the stars moved and landed.I kept you safe                                                  And our bodies were the same As they made ruins of the walls                                                   Until the morning came.

She stood with her back to me, facing out of the window; a window which spanned the whole expanse of that side of the room.As I walked behind her, beside her, I could see where the fields should have been was just fire. The fields weren't just burning, it was a fireball or firestorm, immeasurable in its vastness, and it swallowed the sky and we both knew watching it there as nothing of the outside world left.It moved in slow motion, and us, together, before the window, just watched it getting bigger. The way it moved was mesmerising: it had taken over the whole world.Slowly, so slowly, I turned to her with the most immutable sadness in my ...

I break through the blind and I want to let people in I can't help you from here when we've gone and we've been You're here in my retinas and you're under my skin.You asked me once if I knew what it was to be sin Don't be afraid, I can't stop what you've seen I saw my reflection and hid from within.I whispered spells of protection to a ghostly grin At night I watched you slip by in lights You're here in my retinas and you're under my skin.You've a translucent dress which glows when you spin I turned quiet when I saw you above I saw my reflection and hid from within.You were hidden already but I saw scratches on your shin While you ran on t...

I tripped and slipped on the sticks in the wood Through ferries and streams when I told you I should Have pulled the leaves of the colours of the sun in the day To light my torch to light my way.Up mountains and crevices with only a smile To light my heart to worth my while And swinging from branches and treetops and coal I resembled a lighthouse as I grasped at my soul.It nearly slipped to the stars so close With the wind in my hair and a fatal dose Of blood and bone and meat and tears And a blonde-headed angel set crying for years,But I read the writing she set on the floor And I heard the tape machine as I walked through the door And I ...

There are no dreams in nighttime,The nighttime is only haunted spaces.There will be echoes of you for millennia to comeWe could not end it this way.                                if only you could see me now

Stood       by the window    As my flying arm                           ached        And  I  wished  I  had  Control                     of the outside                                        (outside )           So that I could            Find you, where you belong          (among the stars