Fallen Lyrics

He thinks that he is falling
He tells me on a rusty bench
As we sit dripping drenched
In Autumn rain

He says he thinks he’s fallen?I’m staring at a dampened nail
Contorted by the hail
And chicken stained

Suspended in the shower
I watch his sentence cower 
In the shadows of my mind 
My ears are blind

He tells me that he’s fallen
My fingertips are turning blue
I see him leaving through
The drizzled pane.

He almost says he’s fallen
I’m gazing at an ailing fly
I watch it slowly 
With no surprise

He does not say he’s fallen
I’m rigid as a frozen queen
His eager hand between
My weary thighs.

I taste his wet desire
And my mouth is stale and drier 
As the housefly toils until 
It’s winter still

There’s no more talk of falling
Those dusky words are now taboo
There’s no “I’ve fallen too”
Left in my eyes.