Collarbone

Desire hangs on for dear life

on the window sill of the collarbone

of the one I love

And a glimmering shimmer

of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm

from a well in her wrist(chorus)And the only thing that speaks the truth

is the eloquence of passing time

the spoken word is a jacket too tight.There's a shimmering vision

by the window pane

a cellophane figure speaking in

tounges from aboveTheres the curve of a stone

and the crest of a wave

here are the lips that cracked

and the sound that they made(chorus)Desire hangs on for dear life

on the window sill of the collarbone

of the one I love.

The grass spills out and catches a flame

the trees stand up and scream there blissfullness.(chorus)