What I Mean to Say Is

What I need to say is I tried I tried writing a song About love I was sprinting You know Back and forth Your face in my hands Spit in my bowels Into your arms Into your shower I wrote this song for the muses Not for the ghosts I believe in ghosts Fuck, I'm in love I share my dances And I share my spirits Do you want to know What I see When I close my eyes We rummage through the waste For a first and last meal Escorted on a chariot Of amber ash Carry me with you Carry me with you Carry me with you When the sweat swims From your nose to your lips And you taste the salts Of a stranger's kiss I want to be there for you