Kill the Lights

Now turn out the lights
you don't want to know
what is outside your door

Escape into this room
with me, don't tell the others,
we will love in quiet

You tell me stories of father
and husband, of child and turtle,
of all the matters in life
that mean most to you

You tell me of accents
birthmarks candles how
your favorite book was soaked
with water in a flood

You tell me in tatters
I listen in rips
We make a collage together

I'm moving forward
I'm listening close

Kill the lights because we don't
want to know the contents
of our own hearts

Or maybe we should leave them
on and put our ear up
to the beehive inside.

 

St Louis, MO, United States