FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

what if my fingers are knives

sharp, so sharp

sharper than your eyes

that stab me at

my back

and then i will turn back

and face you

and gently touch your

lips

my tongue is made of

glass

and your heart is made of

wood

i 'd be careful with what

to say

and you tell me that you

love me,

my brain is made of

straw

and so we love each other

just the way

it used to be.