the story goes that

god's got a gun now
devil's on our tongues now.

when we tumble down to earth will we fall into the sea or into the canyon, red rock red dirt blue tar.

a lions den is no place for lovers,
but so it goes and we both have the teeth, and we're dancing like daniel out of their grasp.

we're biblical on the sun,
burning up like the saints.

once you said you'd like to rot with me. what strange things we say to each other when we are scared?

mama bought us this cemetery, it's the perfect place to live. look at all the flowers springing up from the graves.

the neighbors are quiet, lover, sleeping in the endless way.

the air is softer lover, than any place we've known before. there's a fire, lover, soothe your bones.

mama bought us a house in hurricane land, bound to blow away in a storm named after my eyes. but isn't that fitting, you're light as a feather in the mornings now.

i bought us a house where the thicket blooms, between magnolias and the moon, sweet by the river.

tell me tell me where have you gone?
i have been looking for you
lovely are you alive?