Warm as Heaven
It’s cold as hell, but I’m warm as heaven,
listening to you through our crossed lines, our
little memories, our little lives and little deaths,
and the messages of love along the wires.
I can’t forget your face, the glimmer in your
too-blue view, the way I feel after our lips meet.
If you’re reading this, you’ll know the truth finally.
I fell right off the tower, I dropped like a stone into
the waters of you, and I’m drowning
until you return.