Tobermory
Last night, I was digging up holes again
You were looking across the fence over to tomorrow,
You cried as you didn’t see us on the other side
And it looked our date-before was nearly due
I asked you to stay and help me serve dinner for the demons
You said you didn’t like guests, as they made us look transparent
And besides, I’d be chasing my head rolling down the meadow
The sound of shattered glass
Made me fear we could become the past again
So I dragged you down over the aching now
Waking up your back pain that never sleeps
Then I brought the scissors out in the garden
And we cut each other’s hair
We took our eyes off each other
Then we went upstairs and made love … blind.
Copyright © Plam G | Year Posted 2008
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