Bed Bugs

The bed bugs sleep on the ledge Above the canyon They'd called us the restless river That follows the scent of sublime hay Their hand [?] had trance Among the slippery rocks Of sudden wood Of sudden wood We get one chance Of abandoned force Where soon we'll grow a frosty town But I remember The sparkle of roosters I break apart the dark We cuddled in white/whale silk Of two wee sleeping rats We felt [restraint ?] We felt [restraint ?]