Approaching Zero

On again, Off again

Tell me I'm pretty

and talk me to sleep.

Tell me our dreams--

I have none of my own.

Whisper all your foreign tongues and I'll pretend I understand.

I can still feel your breah at the nape of my neck.

I can still taste you on my hips.

Has it been so long?

I'm still the same.

Cold and forever changing.

I'm sorry I'm not Lady Love.

I'm sorry I never want you to be ok.