I'll Brush Your Hair, Put Your Du-Rag On

I'll be your wife tonight
long as mice are the only witnesses
long as we don't use real names
meet me behind the church, I'll be wearing the white of your eyes
for our honeymoon, let's burn the place down

sweetheart, in a dream
you told me if I turned my back
to the sunrise, I could watch shadows learn to stand

oh my blue little something, my borrowed boy

I woke up & you were gone
back to the bed you bought her
I find it more respectable to think myself a widow

here in the shallow blue of morning
unimpressed by the sun
blackness has escaped me again

I begged the dark to stay
I called it your name

(silly me, never asked) or
(silly me, don't kiss & tell) or
(silly me, don't ask don't tell) or
(silly boy, tell a soul & I'll kill you)