Keep me in your arms
Like a promise you’d die to keep.
All I want is to cherish and to be cherished
Like the dead buried with gold coins
Under their tongues
To pay for rite of passage.
Miss me sorely
Like the last train that takes you home.
We’d be so much than empty milk bottles
At the side of the road.
And even those have worth-
Five cents of California Redemption,
Just what I need.
Love should be for the loveless
And writing should be for the ones
Who never get letters.
Take this like a contract
Without the fine print.