Diving Bells

I want you to make the dreams go away,
make them all stop haunting my days;
those bricks where baby goats smoldered,
they're drifting in clearly as I get older.

I want you to make my stomach stop aching,
make my heart discontinue it's ever breaking;
splitting open, heaving like oil wells,
sinking down inside the diving bells.

I want you to make the images fade,
Like the lapel beneath a daisy brocade,
prettiness inside the terror so deep,
I swear I hear the seraphim weep.

I want you to take me down to the sea,
where the mermaids sing in the corral reefs,
drowning inside of the shimmering bliss,
brushing my lips with a liquid kiss.

I want you to scratch the pain from my skin,
till my eyes cry and repent my sins;
standing beside the lazy boy chair,
I seduced his madness with my golden hair.

I want you to make my breath stop dying;
keep the witnesses quiet from testifying,
how mama let all of the bad ones win
then left it behind for all of us to mend.

I want you to tell me that you understand
why I came to travel this vanquishing land,
help the sad ones lift their faces, no fear
it's a complicated method when the veil comes clear.

I want you to hold me against your neck
where it smells like babies and happiness;
sometimes I could crawl back into the womb
to make a butterfly of her sadistic cocoon.

I want you to take me behind the trees,
rest me in the nettles on my torn up knees.
When tear drops fall on the forest bed
it's a cosmic cleansing inside my head.

I want you to play me like waterfalls
like harp strings and sweet melodic guitars;
I'm a song for the dying, a wish for the free,
there's a tempest of truth channeling me.

I'm pushing off the urge to run again,
when the images start taunting and closing in.
Get a lyric, get a verse, rip it out, let it hurt,
then bury my hands into the cleansing earth. 

I want you to drift me up into the leaves,
tie me to the branches, then escape with me.
I'm dissolved in the madness of the aftermath,
where the bruises and scars are my habitat.

I cradle the struggling survivor in me.
She's the weakest one between us three.
Glide away, leave the enemy in the distant dark.
I let go of the chain before my arms fall apart.

I want you to dance with me inside of the mist,
absorbing the purity of our nakedness.
Particles of suppleness become our form;
break into a million pieces so we can be reborn.

{copyright @ dbv publishing 2012}