Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the 

satellites that call her name. It's as if the ocean swallowed the city 

lights that we fell in love with. Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the 

hands we held. This is beginning to get ugly, dear. You feed me to the 

lions. Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth. Now you feed 

me to the lions. How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees. How we 

reach for each other only to die alone. How we reach for the stars only to 

swim through the dead. How we strive to connect only to fall apart. Just 

between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms.