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did i dream you dreamed about me?
Built an altar from drowned
Deck chairs and violin strings,
If the Band can play on through it all
Why can’t your body be pressed against mine?
Love’s last sails held rigor mortis to
The stern words we exchanged on
Bulbous bow of Mermaid Avenue –
We bowdlerised their real meaning.
We should have photo-shopped
Our lonely boats onto Hushaby Mountain
Left tiny presidents of the past
As landladies for our unborn children.
T_y/o_pography of two minds stress the serif font
Where private language is christened,
My hands remain empty
Touching those I love.
Deck chairs and violin strings,
If the Band can play on through it all
Why can’t your body be pressed against mine?
Love’s last sails held rigor mortis to
The stern words we exchanged on
Bulbous bow of Mermaid Avenue –
We bowdlerised their real meaning.
We should have photo-shopped
Our lonely boats onto Hushaby Mountain
Left tiny presidents of the past
As landladies for our unborn children.
T_y/o_pography of two minds stress the serif font
Where private language is christened,
My hands remain empty
Touching those I love.
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