Ring - The Fugitives

with the bed you’ll remake

and your sheets and your legs

the tornado of grace

where your eyes ring the bells

in the halls of my mind

and your body’s a tape

and all I do is rewind

the back door ajar

my car down the street

the picture frame on its face

with which my hands compete

in the alarm of the sun

your frame to full height

your white picket teeth

how I’ve never seen your body at night

how I’m going to miss you when you’re gone

all the things that you say

how I ask for too much

how I can’t use my fingers

to count out love

how I hate all your clothes

how you make me insist

how your body gave birth

but won’t let me live

how I’m going to miss you when you’re gone

if you nurse me to death

while your kids are at school

if you teach me to cry

in this bright lonely room

if your arms hold me up

while your mouth puts me down

if to each court a queen

if to each queen a clown

if your head is your heart

and nods nothing but no

your attention’s a guest

that’s just waiting to go

and my care is a cage

this passion a train

and our love has four hands

only one has a ring