Temporary Residence

Skimming stones at the reservoir

Skip across the surface in the fading light

I trace the lines on your backbone

Saltwater marks make pretty little scars

This is my temporary residence

This is my temporary residence

I feign distraction as you dress

And your teeth are stained with crimson wine

Sparks fall from the ashtray

Blow across the grass on the way to the ever after

This is my temporary residence

This is my temporary residence

This is my temporary residence

And I'll leave it in the dust

Cut my hand on your shoulderblade

It's mid-June and you still have your winter palette

We gather up our makeshift bed

Under creaking pines in the darkened garden

This is my temporary residence

This is my temporary residence

This is my temporary residence

And I'll leave it in the dust