Batlight
Our big land has one house
Which I built
For us but she died.
Lowell wrote of the woe that is marriage
Crazed by the summer heat
He should have sat with us on our deck
In the cold fall
With our little fire at dusk
With our black dog gun-shy wolf pack resting their sloppy
Faces on my feet
And on hers
And she’d call our bats out from cover
And they’d hover
Over the creek and the cedar deck
And she got cross when they went away
And I said
Honey they got bat business.
And she’d get another drink
And we’d talk
Hearing the sounds that only lovers can decrypt from words
Just means
Heartbeat
Wrapped as we were in bat light
And the fires slow going away
Which I built
For us but she died.
Lowell wrote of the woe that is marriage
Crazed by the summer heat
He should have sat with us on our deck
In the cold fall
With our little fire at dusk
With our black dog gun-shy wolf pack resting their sloppy
Faces on my feet
And on hers
And she’d call our bats out from cover
And they’d hover
Over the creek and the cedar deck
And she got cross when they went away
And I said
Honey they got bat business.
And she’d get another drink
And we’d talk
Hearing the sounds that only lovers can decrypt from words
Just means
Heartbeat
Wrapped as we were in bat light
And the fires slow going away
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