We fled to the river on our funeral day, naked in our self-defeat
Uprooted all the flowers, we burned the clothes we couldn’t take
We threw our bodies to the rocks below and prayed to God
But God looked the other way
There’s a pill at the bottom that we swallow every day
And our love is an orphanage where the children have no names
As I pulled you out from the water, reborn in the mud
I died in the bloom of nothing sacred
I opened my arms and painted you and me as crooked shapes
The final touch; I ate my heart out ’til my stomach ached
Perched on the tip of your tongue yet still I want the taste when you say
“Oh, inevitable doom! ”
Such beautiful gloom
My infinite you
Our infinite blue