You with the diamond hands
The quick-wit sentences
I have no plans
You're the only home I ever wanted
Now five floors above
Sirens moan
Steam pipes ticking all morning
I can hear the neighbors' babies through the walls
Love is a songbird with a sick old clock
You with a slow joke grin
Watch the town torn down and built again
In the pause between the riddle and the punchline
The kite tethered tight to your chest
But I was never one
To second guess or draw a line
Between love and fear of loneliness
You with a sawdust tan
Broken trigger on a starting gun
I can't find another way to say I want you
I ought to pull this hook from my cheek
But I'll keep on shouting from the fire escape
I'll keep shouting from a wife
And a window from a bridge
From a field, from a ferry in the harbor
From the sole dark wound of a mountain
I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you
