Excuses

You tried to taste me And I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body Our bones are too heavy to come up Squished into a single cell of wood I, I I made an excuse And you found another way to tell the truth I put no one else us above us We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust, dust We are so smooth now Our edges are beaten driftwood whittled down Old bodies slip when they make love We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above, above