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Half-Dreams and Stale Perfume
Last night I slept in a bed
Tainted by the scent of stale perfume
And it might have been because I heard Muse say
"I can't get these mem'ries out of my mind"
But the ghosts and monsters whirling like Kansas through my head
Wouldn't let me sleep
So I dreamed half-dreams of him
The first half-dream
I knew him like a jay knows winter
But the jay wanted to stay and know what the frost feels like
So during the storm when the city lights flickered
And radio waves crossed signals
The jay knew winter
The second half-dream
It started in a sea of bodies when we broke away from the surf
Then I waded on the shore the rest of the night
He pulled me farther up the sand
And that was where our lips met
The third half-dream
The ghosts and beasts awakened
Hungered by the smell of our pulsing blood
And they remain just out of sight
Waiting to pounce at the first sight of a morsel
To share and deform
When I finally did close my eyes
I saw a lion with fairies in his eyes
And don't ask me what this means
Is this supposed to be me and you?
Are you too strong for me?
Am I too fragile for you?
Only the sun and the moon can tell us
As the stars brighten and dim in the sky
I will watch your eyes the same way
And the monsters will read the signs
And make it what they will
But all I wish
Is to return to Saturday night
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