Long Sleeves

A soul in uniform is all I had been
Since the passing of that glow against the wall
That had grown from you
But still I feel the same,
Though I've lost a bit of weight from all those dressings that I shed
I thought they'd sworn to stay in place
But I've kept a steady peace between my days,
Though they're stretching out like flames in a restless rage
And the fleeting, selfish thoughts that drew us gray
Are cradling the coals
What could i do?
You'd left your straining heart in a mud-brick mausoleum
You were grateful for the sight,
But couldn't keep it in your mind
But I steered my way through all that stilted speech,
A thicket patch of verbs and spines and seeds
That fell into a beard of knotted leaves,
Virescent on my jaw
What can i do?
The second that you fled yourself
I knew I was someone else
Staring at the flame you'd lit,
A Calvary between your ribs
Now with all that fever gone,
We're sleeping with our long sleeves on
And hoping for a healthy dawn
To place our aching heads upon
That masonry you'd lain,
It was not enough to keep you from your pain