T h e G r a s s h o p p e r &
T h e S n a k e
Won't you stay with me a little while?
I made us a pillow fort so big and so wide,
It stretches for miles and miles and miles and miles...
It could be as big as the whole wide world outside
If we want it to!
Theres a special password to enter the door,
I'll make sure I tell no one but you.
Close your eyes,
Hold your breath....
Now,
I’ll tell you the secret route.
First you must follow the pathway of porcelain willows,
Turn at the blue poppy fields,
You’ll hear the field mice sing as they waltz-
A dance you might want to learn.
They’ll lead you to the brambles of finely spun glass and
The smell of brandy snaps.
I've hidden the entrance under a thousand silver veined leaves
So no one need follow you.
A cat paws at the harp for anyone who dares to pass by.
He plays a sound so beautiful,
Most would die of pure bliss right on the spot.
But for you:
A fanfare,
A red carpet,
A candlestick.
Come walk the great corridors of this fort I've made,
It’s the best model I’ve ever built.
The floor is covered in pillows
Burnt copper and burgundy.
The walls,
A thick tapestry of infinite Utopian galaxies!
The warmth in here is so sublime,
So very far from my marble home.
We could watch the planets align in the perfect place,
At the worst of times
We could seal it with a kiss…
Goodbye to your hopes-
- A toast!
A glass to this new fairy tale dream.
Let me open your body and try your skin for size,
I bet its so warm inside that fresh body suit,
Like a cuddle in a night full of terror,
Like a white picket safety net
Disguising the nether of this pretty white lie.
But oh, how we could see the glow from the stars inside!
Reflecting celestial sadness in those pretty green eyes.
Luminescent from the rose tinted fairy lights hanging from our cotton wool ceiling.
There are no mirrors in here for a reason.
No windows, either.
I've got a bone to pick with the early morning sun and the way it hits your cheek.
It makes me feel all wrong.
It makes my hunger stronger.
My body writhes and twists to call
The moon a little longer.
A ghost of many faces,
Lighted by gas,
Burning our kindred spirits from the waist down.
I can see the ugly outside and the stench of hot fear,
A place where I can only offer you
The parasite
Or the puppeteer .
So let's get married!
Now, in here!
Let's swear oath forever and ever in the great hall of folly.
Close off the escape routes,
Bean bag-barricade the doors.
As stuffed animals our witnesses
Our vicar can be the honest lego man.
Plastic eyes fixated on a moth worshipped wedding dress,
A bouquet of steaming cobwebs,
An exchange of Chinese finger traps.
Be brave, my love
This is going to hurt.
The bedroom is full to the brim
See all the skeletons left in my wake
Await the shedding skin