A Ladies, 'Mister Lazarus

In each passing we have come against the other why not here before again. Is it the color of the light the bulb the skin beneath your face that grins. Sticks and stones rubies men rubbing emerald eyes finding flaw within, without. Yellow wrinkled onion skin and sheets of sin full with tears we do not cry. Looking through the window is the elephant. Whose breath it smells of julips and green pepermints. Long past forgotten are the barrels filled with peanuts. Shedding off the skin when you come away set free from home I see most floating off. The man who made you laugh before you cried before you died returns again before you go away. Living life before I died many times I watched you try. It was now, back then tommorrow came the lid removed inside us both again. My cave is full with oyster shells once filled with pink sweet meats. Fasioned from the bones each necklace white and neat her feet her toes. The silk that held your face I used to tie the hair kept neat in place for all the world to see. In each passing we have come against the other why not here before again.