I dreamt of a skeleton
Who lived disbound
His skull from his neck.
His bones sat in a crowd of flowers
As his love to them he professed.
I live for you
I live for you
And no one else.
He did not know that he was dead,
for by his hip sat his head,
and in its place, an empty space.
I live for you
I live for you
I’ll say it loud
Even if no one else
can put aside
their big ol’ head!
The irony of human beings
putting to their love
a science:
When love
has never formed
any part of sense!
This love is true!
This love is true!
And when I woke:
So lived the skeleton,
So lived I,
My head too heavy, my head to heavy.
