Gibusong

I am nothing but an instrument.
Nine months passed, muled and wilting in rags.
Fed your skin... our lonely lips entwined.
As I stumble locked at the wrists,
I don't know if I'm talking to myself when I ask where you've been.
Desperation on my part, kindness on yours,
in sickness and in health upon my body.
I've got all your starlight to see.
I'll see you tonight. Oh I'll see you tonight...
I would steal all the stars in the sky
just to have one moment with you.
On the street, yarn-like startling eyes gleam.
God made our gold skin to be plotted on.
Grief is a beginning and an end.