Flowers

Tomorrow morning, when we squint
Through coffee, sex, and supplements
Your perfect legs across the bedframe
Others can be so exhausting

Tomorrow dear, I might resist
So pull me close with tiny fists
Let’s slow dance to your humming fridge
One pop song without reference

Even as I watch you flicker
Sweet mirage of my desire
Even now I barely see my feet between the spiders

We just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
We just wanna be limbless like the flowers
We just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
We just wanna be limbless like the flowers

Tomorrow morning, we can run
Along the panes of cracking ice
If we’re spotted from above
We’ll vanish before cops show up

Tomorrow we’ll try not to wonder
What lies behind the curtain of want
It’s only dust, rising in the sun
Bare, blind, and gaunt

Even as I watch you flicker
Sweet mirage of my desire
I know no metaphor worth saving from the fire

We just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
We just wanna be limbless like the flowers
We just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
We just wanna be limbless like the flowers

We just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
We just wanna be limbless like the flowers