tigers

the tigers come at four

shaped like the curtains and the floor

like the stars

they once were wild and cold

your turn to see me

i can't believe it's really you

sharpening your teeth on my low womb

playing with tigers

tracing the lampshade with my toes

playing with tigers till i find out where it goes

you check your coat

you come and lay with me a while

in the theater of dreams we are sleeping in the aisle

wind climbs up the brick

carryin' brightly colored ghosts

and they play on you with the light from the street below

playing with tigers

tracin' the lamp with my toes

playing with tigers till i find out where it goes

where it goes

where it goes

playing with tigers

painting the tigers

i tried to leave you but you sent all the cars to bring me back

tigers fallin' like paper on our parade

the tiger

tigers

and the mail blowing out of the mailbox down the street

playin' with tigers

sleeping on tigers

tiger

tiger

climbing up the brick to your window

using the sharp end of what you said

yeah

yeah

there i go fallin' like paper alcoves

i can't tell you anymore than this

tomorrow

when the trains come

i'll tell you more tomorrow

when the trains come

i'll leave it with you till the day