Vinedresser

Well, I clawed through the print and found you living between parentheses
Venturing out in springtime to make sure the phone was off the hook
You said: I guess it's all prefigured, we're living out some old typology
Like ribbons of rolling water inching up on the wall where you'd marked your height
I still haven't seen you up close; so why was the porch light on?
How could I trust you the most, when you couldn't trust yourself?
Our love was a lurid spice trade, everyday a wilderness
We lost all the wealth we'd died for in the red and the gold of being sure
You said: I made a conscious effort to get all my vertebrae aligned
But what's a posture worth if it straightens you out first?
Oh, but I was a victim like you, my shoplifted grace in hand
How could you know me so well when I couldn't know myself?
Are we supposed to forget, how can we really forget?
Well, I don't think that anybody really forgets their frozen feet...
Are we supposed to forget, how can we really forget?
I don't think that anybody really forgets their frozen feet...
Yeah, they're all we can see!
I still haven't seen you up close; so why was the porch light on?
And why did you trust me the most when I didn't trust myself?