I was an ear stuck on a wall
A fly inside an eye
My lips were stitched to my head
And my tongue was tied around my neck
We sat across the table
Throwing darts at one another
The fire burning in the furnace
Heating our glances of unawareness
You had a thought that stuck like glue
A cryonic chrysalis never to bloom
You never said a word or two
My heart was in flames, it burst out of the room
You went outside to fetch some coal
opening the door to a celestial pole
Your hand was blue and mine was too
I was in parts, from toe to head
And spread like jam on toast or bread
I found little corners to hide my secret
They were so dark I hardly went to visit
This made you imagine I hardly existed.
And every morning I would wake up
Make breakfast
And spread some jam on toast or bread.