It's finally here, the start of the year. Count the seconds.
I'm aching like death with all of my debts still unreckoned.
Black and blue, I was waiting on you.
Don't you think I knew? I was crucified, too
on the kisses you blew.
The crackling clean blank paper sheets in the fire...
As naked as my own trembling voice in the choir.
Black and blue, I was waiting on you.
Don't you think I knew? I was crucified, too
on the kisses you blew.
Silence breaking, branches quaking,
ripe and heavy for the taking.
The mirrors and smoke caught in the throats
of the heavenly host.
Forgotten drunk toasts of scattered young ghosts;
I finally broke.
And this is new: Sky a shot of clear blue.
Like I always knew, I am tethered to you
by the kisses you blew.

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