Buck 65 Follow

She wrote back, too alone
a single pair of shooting stars
messages in bottles, a signal flare
the ledge appears, eyes insinuate a pledge of years
middle of nowhere, she met me at the edge of tears
the wild west, beguiled less
a child blessed, styled dressed
I asked and she smiled yes
requested, my eyes close and neck rested
surrounded by dead silent couples we breakfasted.

She knows the way, I'm a foreign ambassador
I was a window, in a door in a passenger
lights on Elizabeth, early nights and vaccinations
out of the blue, the birds flew like accusations
from telephone wires that crisscross the wild sky
climbing her staircase to her bedroom a mile high
trips that begun, from the tip of the tongue
new moon, a total eclipse of the sun.

And she said yes.
She said yes.
She said yes.

She said yes.
She said yes.
She said yes.

Lonely hearts club, a committee of privates
heart shaped waters in a city of pirates
hideouts and how much depends of the worth
philosophers walk to the ends of the earth.

And she said yes.
She said yes.
She said yes.

She said yes.
She said yes.
She said yes.

She said yes.