Green Beads

Green Beads

We traded kisses on our knees
Held hands with you in bed while I sat at your feet
Your unicorns and crucifix on the canopy

And I will wear your green beads and you will never know
You will never know

Stay. Stay. I hate the way that people come and go.

Pile the flowers by the door
Inside the people sing but somehow I want more
The incense and its nuances were lost on me

August to July
ten months asleep.