Someone said something about you
And you were hurt, adrift in thought
Assuming others would think it to be true
My love, lies multiply like lice
But no one knows you like I do
And the solemn voices of the wise
Wipe the libel off her face
And as she tries to braid tall tales
Can she untie the knots of nights and days?
Allergic to the touch of light
Her morning ushers in mourning–
For us waking up is a holy rite
Bathed in sunshine on our bed
Your breath upon my breath
My chest cradling your head.