It's Only Tuscany, Doll, Olive-skinned Tuscany...

I remember when we first met

You acted like I wasn’t there

And I wasn’t

I was scooping up the entire universe

So I could hold it hostage

And demand but a moment more with you.

 

The world will end

But only when the last eyes to paint you in the stars blow

And the last heart to baptize itself in the corner of your shadow sheds its own skin

Because after I am gone

You will be but a goddess without her saint

 

When he looks at you
I want nothing more than to throttle the drip out of his heart
Or to play hangman
And thread his neck like a mandolin
And if it means slaughtering a Troy, I would
And I'd salt a thousand more
Because I wouldn't just die for you
I'd kill them all.

 

War makes sense

For if Caesar adored power as much as I adore you

He would have shredded up the whole earth

And executed our god.

 

I can’t fall asleep

Because you are tiptoeing down the aisle in my head

And somehow causing all the ruckus in the world.

 

Remember when we were lying with our bodies in the sand

And you had your hands over my eyes

I swore, and I still do, that I was staring through the peephole

and there was god

In seude shoes, a top hat, and a smoking Pompei slim

With all the troop of heaven saddling around him like a gypsy stand of Cohen groupies

And he was just standing there

Damning me and my portholed eye for finding his El Dorado

My perfection, you-

But  you just laughed and drew a sail boat in the sand, saying

'It's Only Tuscany, Doll, Olive-skinned Tuscany...'