PERFUME

Chanel on my shirt
Letters in the grate
Great words perfume and fade

Even two eyes can not see the whole sea
Does it matter that ours was a whole sea
Even seas turn to deserts
May be we were only a bath or a bottle
What does it matter
Empty is empty

Oh it's too hard
And too lonely

I sleep on my grave
And I turn because there's no one there
There never was amongst the worms
And the living
Nothing but a shirt reading letters
On a park bench
In the perfume of you

The perfume of the ocean
And of the channels to the sea
And the play of sailors and sea creatures
And the sounds that become words
As if words were worlds
In the key of D