Your bedroom is a cinder
In the black hearth of the night
You are sleeping with the singer
Though the drummer fucked you twice
There are details not recorded
And the memory drown in wine
Those days were minor bruises
Their atoms lost in time
I loved you from a distance
Like a bird surveys the dawn
It hesitates to get involved
Though beautiful the morn
There are details not recorded
And the memory drowned in wine
You are sleeping with the singer
Your kiss will ne'er be mine
Your lovers are like dominoes
They chain across your life
These bones are almost seamless
Though they topple in a line
I've seen the way you kiss him
One eye upon the next
You're never short of candidates
To suckle to your breast
To hook and clip your dress
My hands are small but careful
I'd trace your map of bone
Slowly chart the latitudes
As sculptors sculpt the stone
There are details not recorded
And the memory drowned in wine
You are sleeping with the singer
Your kiss will ne'er be mine