how can i write to my love
who knows my words for lies
whose wariness will scrutinize every curve and line
impute to each strategic stroke my dishonest design?
make love to me my music my muse
console me through my continuing blues
how can i caress my love
whose body tenses at my touch
whose radiant skin used to hush my self-referential doubt
who bade my universe orbit her ere blacking my sun out?
make love to me my music my muse
console me through my continuing blues
how can i talk to my love
who doesn't trust my voice
who already made her choice, pulled up her stakes and left
is sinking deep roots far away as i flounder here bereft?
make love to me my music my muse
console me through my continuing blues
how can i hold my love
who lives two hundred miles away
'cross hours of frantic interstate; who engineered to part
to have her poise composed before i felt my broken heart?
make love to me my music my muse
console me through my continuing blues
how can i call to my love
who quietly asked me to leave
how can i grieve, seek reprieve, healing or to atone
cry, sigh, get high, deny love; resign myself to die alone?
make love to me my music my muse
console me through my continuing blues