Distance

The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists that pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind, it seems to lick The wind, it seems to suck The wind is a great big woman That makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up My body seems to be lacking something I remember the taste That on a night like this Was only ever taken and shed in haste All these moments have passed through me I have turned them all to waste There are women on the street They shine before me like teeth in a mine And there are voices on the street One of them is mine And if I watched from a high hidden window I'd hear myself say Oh I can't make it out I'm too far away But the conversation is like the beating Taken in a dream Where no real blows are landed The only harm is in memory All these women have passed through me I have turned them all to waste