They went out for a coffee and then the next night went out for dinner and the next they didn't go anywhere but to her apartment where they had a massively wonderful night in bed. The sex was ... [+]
She has the gift of sight, she sees the words
he speaks. He has the gift of song he sings,
with gold he trims her box and he is heard.
She stands in white and waits, he pulls the strings
inside her thumping heart, it leaks and fills
that vessel of timber, of pine. She cries
in pain and he is thrilled. Still he trills
and lines her box. Now watch the ocean rise.
She climbs inside and with a sigh she quells
her mind to sleep, a lullaby will keep
her mind at rest and she will not rebel
against the waves; inside her box, she’ll sink.
A final thump, one that is never heard.
A final echo, forever preserved.
he speaks. He has the gift of song he sings,
with gold he trims her box and he is heard.
She stands in white and waits, he pulls the strings
inside her thumping heart, it leaks and fills
that vessel of timber, of pine. She cries
in pain and he is thrilled. Still he trills
and lines her box. Now watch the ocean rise.
She climbs inside and with a sigh she quells
her mind to sleep, a lullaby will keep
her mind at rest and she will not rebel
against the waves; inside her box, she’ll sink.
A final thump, one that is never heard.
A final echo, forever preserved.