Whole roll up my eyelids
and wrap my face in cloth
sing to me in verses
verses I cannot replace
whole roll the stars away
the urgent times, the peel and chime
the cornered caress, the empty breast
all that you find that's mine
whole roll up my finished legs
my charcoal fingers, my hot handed chase
my turn of phrase upon your lips
my open handed, candid embrace
whole roll up your torpid colour
your church of angels, your corseted smile
whole roll up your electric touch
your wave of and eye, your quiet cry
whole roll up my eyelids
hold back and reach inside
talk to me in murmured tales
tales I cannot contrive
whole roll the stones away
take my blindness and cast it astray
hold my hope underwater until
it breathes no more the life it filled
whole roll up my eyelids
and wrap my face in cloth
cast a hand across my breast
and leave me for rebirth
whole roll the stars away
their time has passed, no shadows to cast
no muted hands, no fine edged lips
will pass these eyes, the past is cast
whole roll up my finished legs
their worn out feet that tread no more
the steps in four, my empty chase
all that I thought would be yours
whole roll up your haloed face
your voice of an angel, your knowing embrace
whole roll up your charged up smile
your sideways glance, your hidden trial
whole roll up my eyelids
hold back and reach inside
whisper charms into my ears
charms of love and fears
whole roll the stones away
take my blindness and cast it astray
hold my hope underwater until
it breathes no more the life it filled
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