Excuses - The Morning Benders

You tried to taste me

I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body

Our bones are too heavy to come up

Squished into a single cell of wood

And I made an excuse

And you found another way to tell the truth

I put no one else us above us

We’ll still be best friends when all turns to dust

We are so smooth now

Our edges are beaten driftwood whittled down

Old bodies slip when they make love

We’ll mine our sparks to shoot above us