Although I’m Dust

[nibbed]

Although I’m Dust                                              so, what's wrong with gold dust if you have enough of it?

We held hands and I kissed her 

for a second time, untouched. 

I scribbled some sad word  

onto the side of her face 

which she mistakenly took as a compliment.              not sure mistakenly is the right word...          

And then and there,  

outside of her,  

outside of o-me-o-my, 

I took a knife to love’s system of signs.                   I hope she didn't need them to remember stuff

 

—Help me cut through this thing, 

this simple little thing.                                            simple? that's supposed to be a secret, isn't it?

She couldn’t do it; 

but my, she sure was pretty.  

[cymbal crash]                                                     a pan lid ?


it's a cute ditty
but it might be very vague
to most folks
I hope you are warm and happy
tonight, wherever you are.


-nibbed