AUGUST CITY SWINGS

your mending heart
a serious concert
if i were still innocent
i could reach take this muse
shape mold it round
clear like moon
lighting August sky

my mouth touches yours
sacred and rebellious
i want to take your eyes
like a crystal ball
read between the need

shake your head
that beautiful spinning head
settle its watery rolling stars

if i could if i could
i'd buy you some winning numbers
from the joint on Fulton and Nostrand

perhaps it would be
a surer shot
than you and i right now

i'd embrace your words
dive into their ocean
lifelike and unruly
let your hard hand split me
like a flower with your razor of promises
let you break the riddle
that i am
peel back the night
touch these ridged seams
that long to steady your head
in the carousel of my desire.