Geography - maudlin of the Well

Listening reveals his wounds

Voiceless, he kneels to you

Like a glinting dagger, one quick look

And he spills you

Sheets surrender you

And I expect trauma

Breath is real, anger’s real

Sleep on your birthday and cry

Cry, my baby

Let me wash you

I have no ears for my lady…

Listen to me

You’re called a silhouette

You’re playful with a sin

But you see me

Speak, or stop, or kiss me

Your art is like your grin

It delivers me