I turn the hours back again & again/ to revisit each touch you gave me/ I want your arm around my shoulders once more/ & my head resting there on your knee/ you said you were a pomegranate/ don't you know, that's my favorite fruit?/ I love the taste of it & its seeds' color/ don't you know that your joke was the truth?

you were a name I'd heard a few things about/ from the mountains of madness you came/ you brought me time & colors I could not see/ & now none of my dreams are the same/ my doors are open & my arms spread wide/ won't you come into my home?/ I've set a banquet table here on the edge/ & I'm tired of eating alone.

homesick for everything that I never had/ I pretend that my blanket is you/ just read your poetry right here on the couch/ let me stay for a moment or two/ you said that life is not worth living/ & I fear you will die unexplained/ now I just want to give you one good reason/ will you stay if I bear half your pain?

the Song of Solomon begins to describe/ how I fall when your eyes watch my face/ I hated love until I met it halfway/ & my arms begged a single embrace/ we've both been lonely for the longest time/ & life cuts me to the bone/ my bed is warm, I've got the covers turned down/ & I'm tired of sleeping alone.

I hear your voice across the mountains of spice/ I have grown, I'm becoming a wall/ a bramble lily, I am Sharon's rose/ & my soul's love's been found after all/ you think that I am a good person/ & you're happier when I am near/ so I will try to be what you think I am/ & hope someday to love without fear.

oh won't you comfort me with apples my love/ with your left hand supporting my head/ & set me firmly as a seal on your heart/ for my love won't be drowned when we're dead/ just lay your eyes on me & please do not lie/ if you feel, make me your own/ our lives conspired to reach for hands we could take/ & I'm tired of being alone.

Copyright (c) 2000 by Beth Kinderman. This is my original work, so please respect it.