Old lovers. [The Villanelles]

Here I am bone-dry  
of hazy memories we had,  
there in the corner is you and I.  
 
Our days are set to fry,  
the sanity drips, leaving me mad.  
Here I am bone dry.  
 
No, there is no photographic supply  
to feed the moments I'm sad.  
There in the corner is you and I.  
 
Why do I still feel this tie?  
An emotion that poisons good with bad.  
Here I am bone-dry.  
 
All I have is your New Years Eve bow-tie  
to break the resolution that I had.  
There in the corner is you and I.  
 
The cry for your hand on my pale thigh  
on the days I'm loosely clad.  
Here I am bone-dry.  
There in the corner is you and I.  


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For warrior waters may suffocate a sleeping sea
and break dams and bridges in rioting river.
Bring your heart right back to me.

The stars in gothic sky may not be
free to pound like the whiskey at my liver
for warrior waters may suffocate a sleeping sea.

Charge on horses upon weeping tree
to break the mould, leave only a sliver.
Bring your heart right back to me.

Shoot your guns, rebuild your knee
on our land, with words you deliver
for warrior waters may suffocate a sleeping sea.

I will make another desperate plea
that my weary core still makes blades shiver.
Bring your heart right back to me.

Finally with the wind I turn and flee
with trees and whiskey and mould I quiver
for warrior waters may suffocate a sleeping sea.
"Bring your heart right back to me."