the difference between death and dead
lies somewhere in the hips (i'm sure)
for when i am in death
it's all in my head and things flash
before my shaking eyes
my hands turn to god
in fear
but when i am dead
it's all the alls i wish to take
and all that flashes in my eyes
(now wide and gapped)
is you
my hands reach not for god
but for you in piercing winter
to make it spring
in our bed
the difference between death and dead
lies somewhere in the hips (i'm sure,
as billy shakes told me manytimesover
and you assure me every night)
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