heaven sent a rumour I have run to dressed in
I call them a finery
Danced on the table in your dreams
I am loved. loved. loved.
In my dreams
That’s another story. A telling I won’t mind telling
When I remember
You stood in my kitchen. There were two of you
Telling me. To go back to bed. I was dreaming.
Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth. That was real all along
You are more than one.