Miriam Two

Your face like a cone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all I know, far away from time, the daily conspiracy, is life on the line, your mouth a cruel loan, when your body pulls free, need to rest your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, and you and lovers seize, love from this ugly clime, every lie a fine toothcomb, dance like a honey bee, on the ocean stones, your house besides the sea, at the bottom of the road, brings some other fantasy, our bodies list and groan, let us dare to be, angels coming home, watching on TV.