My Future With You (4:12)

    My Future With You
 

The moon will remove her veil
whisper nevermore, evermore, night a cup

over the green hills at the back of yr mind
yr breathing, an invention, white sheep at twilight

The moon will be a man and under foot
ripe with venom and seed, and anguish, failure

haunted by love you search the shore yr need
sharp, a white beam of light in the mist

The moon on yr arm punctuated against
bubonic, a mandala of semicolons on

yr skin tonight smells of onion & liquor
a sweet grass where it dries gold as whiskey

The moon is a crisis a bone white rose on
yr narcotic smelling skin and you will meet a stranger

thin and familiar sleeping in yr bed
she will be dreaming   ;;

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