You know I don’t,
but if I had it
I’d hold it inside you.
I’d hold it below your heart and above your ass.
I’d hold it longer still
and make you cry.
I’d hold it till you swore
you were gonna die.
I’d hold it like a naked beer that never ran dry
and like an empty heart
that had never learned to sigh. I’d hold it like a blue note
that had never been sung
and like a sad song that had never been played
because I’d hold it longer than the long night
we found out our world had first been betrayed.
Yes, I’d hold it
like I promised I’d hold you,
if only you’d promise to hold me too.