long ago i kissed her skull

sunbleached and beautiful

slick-wet with diesel fuel

we'll watch the midnight movie

painted with the sky

bleeding white butterflies

after surfacing from the mirror

(where the rabbits lead us)

woman shaking death from her hair

i swear the wind sounded like spirits voicing all the things that tortured them

(when they were men)

the fire light was an offering to the god

that runs through the bark of the trees, i believe

like the sky above me

we won't live to see it end

now lets not pretend

that it could've been

(any other way)

long and slow i kissed her skull

sunbleached and beautiful

slick-wet with diesel fuel

we'll watch the midnight movie

painted with the sky

bleeding white butterflies

older ghosts than you and me

listen to the whispering

whisper to the listening

the old grey ghost and i

whisper to the listening sky

by the gods above us

we won't live to see it end

now let's not pretend

that it could've been

(any other way)

bleeding white butterflies

long and slow i kissed her skull