(there's hands and a violent softness)

(there's hands

and a violent softness)

that's drowning

(and there's lucidity

which takes me under)

like a calming touch

but there's nothing to be done; 

all is desperately reaching 

for the hands that were once there

with their violent softness

(which was nothing more)

than a rouge tenderness 

of a still night

and i can still hear 

the heartbeat

(creaking)

through the ribs you 

let me cling

to when i 

(needed to

and especially when 

i 

didnt need) to

or want to

please, tell the usher

to show me to my seat; 

the stars are         ( unalig)ne d

and youve set the table

for a show.