Coin Collection

Place your hand on mine.
Let's go to where
the sunlight dances;
And there we sip some wine
Like many other foul romances.
Let's cuddle tous les jours;
And in between we breathe
some air; we'll suck each other's lives.
We will pull each other's hair.

Surrender to my longing.
You know you want to come home, dear.
You know you want me, darling.
I know you know I want your kiss.
You know I know you want this blissful
Every day I sing the blues—
The birds they sing along
To the tune of my delusion,
To the tune of all bowed heads.

Collected coins are flipped
To know perchance when you'll be home.
Is it a matter of 'if'?
The uncertainty is piercing
Skin monumentally deep
But bleeds before the eyes of all.
You left me while asleep
And after that you wouldn't call
me nor will you hear the words I sing.