Step outside

This hasn't happened in a too-long time

A new warm wind has pulled your soul from mine

Disintegrating into green

Fields of flies

They wave their wire wings against my thighs

My eyelids, weapons against all un-kinds

It makes me wonder where you've been

Through the pines

Across the coast

Chase the ocean-line

My toes are tapping

As your words unwind

I've stayed exactly where I stand

And when we stop

It feels as though

We're rolling backwards

Down the road

When I'm still

My chest implodes

My eyes rolled backwards

Rolling backwards

Back inside

I study miles of atlas pages

Blind

My cells are stirring

And I've made my mind up

To go down the lane, again

Let me lie

Against your shoulder

In the desert night

Beneath the boulder

Of an old test site

And try to ask me where I've been

I remind you

Of the story of the sailor's bride

Who finally stole the boat

And rode the tide

Into the welcoming ocean

And when she stopped

It felt as though

The seas had swallowed

Her ankles

When I'm still

I feel just so

Rolling backwards

I'm rolling backwards

When we stop

It feels as though

We're rolling backwards

Down the road

When I'm still

My chest implodes

Rolling backwards

I'm rolling backwards

When we stop

It feels as though

We're rolling backwards

Down the road