Weeds (Accidental Bedfellows)
Sort me like a letter
Penned in such a rush
Of passion and abandon
And marked return to sender
And in limbo
She was not inclined
To wash away the dirt
She liked its weight upon her skin
Her own piece of the earth
She said I don't do sex
And I don't do conversation
When you come to see me
Leave your body at the door
A human's such a brittle thing
I don't know what I did
In a past life to be one
Well she wants to be the only song
You've ever ever sung
All those words like bees
On your tongue
Dangerous, unsung
And our love is like a collar
Let us slip it from the neck
Of this creature and then banish it
And see what happens next
She said I don't do sex
And I don't do conversation
When you come to see me
Leave your body at the door
A human's such a brittle thing
I don't know what I did
In a past life to be one
And they say that love is falling
But I never fell in love
I was stone cold still
And it just tangled round me
And everybody told me it was weeds
But I guess that was enough
They say that love is falling
But I never fell in love
I was stone cold still
And it just tangled round me
And everybody told me it was weeds
So sort me like a letter
Penned in such a rush
Of passion and abandon
And mark return to sender
And in limbo
Alternate versions:
Weeds
© Brendan Bonsack
February 2018