I want you to swim past
Beyond the scattered polaroids
Covering up the linoleum floor
And I want you to breathe in
The memory of my lost phantasm
Drown as if your sleeping sternum
Was nothing but a mere tidal wave
And simply taste the particles of glass
That fall on your skin like dying snow
They’ll whisper secrets, will you take it to your grave?
I want your hands to feel numb
From the frozen stars asunder
I want your eyes to feel scorched
From the sunflowers dipped in gold
I want you to feel s o m e t h i n g
And I want you to tell me
How it all feels to you
Would you tell me how it feels?
Will you tell please me
What it’s like to feel?