Rockets on Bibles

As if it skipped for a second
Maybe it was in shadow
or a film cut to an edit
that makes you paranoid
Nervous
Shy
Could have been half way
to the moon by now
but instead she is almost
to Colorado
Now the violins have taken you from the stage
and they are taking your picture for the advert
Dumb
Mad
The dancing girls need a minute or two
before all the glitter
stockings and toys swoon them to blush
she could be minutes from being your rocketeer
and the smell of her on your arm gives you the songs
and slowly in the back of the mind
her gone would make
you a second class citizen again
as it glides to feet that jump
the unsettled ease to fall back to bed
and play out like millionaires on vacation
it shimmers as you confess and her
kisses, so softly makes the swim
You can almost taste it
Like sea salt from the ocean
a slick breeze that hums out silly tunes
creeping out widows and old German statues
silk skin and stares that mean everything
She remembers your middle name
To Fall
To Fall
To Fall
To Fall