Someone Might See Us*

Oh stormy nightWhat shall you bringOnly time will tellWhat the queen has said to her kingDid they have a fightAnd if soWho got the winBut seriously That’s enough for nowYou need to leaveSomeone might see us You might be my mistress But the day is my lawful wife


I could taste metal on your hands when you were trying to find a home in my skin. “How’s your wife?” “Still alive,” you said, and to me, it sounded quite like love. “Did you touch her like this?” “Stop talking,” you said, and to me, it felt quite like love. “Would you marry her […]