while the dead scream liberation
and the living push so hard
me I dream my time away
in warm North Melbourne bars
she comes a sailing to my inbox
from Holland in the rain
to ask me what I’m doing
the gorgeous Roosmarijn
she’s my all or nothing beauty
and she’s here with me sometimes
she turns my mental cigarettes
into caviar and wine
when I met her it was winter and
I courted her with rhythm
when I wrote to her
I played with words and
she wrote back and played with mine
in streams of warming technicolour
broken English bold in flame
she told me that she loved me and
I guess I felt the same
my all or nothing beauty
throwing petals on my bed
she loves me back to living
then she disappears again
when I was young I tried to keep her
and hold her for my own
her beauty was my savior
I was scared to be alone
but now my love
it speaks like silence
she has hers and
I have mine and
if she’d ever need me
I’d always have the time
and as she winds through many pleasures
that I could never name
I hope the world watches over her
and shields her from the pain
as our time keeps right on pounding
bringing happy times and friends
as I lie with different woman
and she lies with different men
I’ll always keep her wrapped inside me
and bring her back out when
my all or nothing beauty
she looks me up again
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