Rib from Alexandrite by Days of Summer

Rib

I can never reach it.
When I do, it has left.
Like your shadow round the corner,
Slipping through my teeth, clenched.

Peripheral -ripher -ripher -ripheral…

We run as fast as we can
In the headlights.
Your hand so near, a flame,
And you on the couch,
Inches from my toes.
You put your furry blanket on my lap instead of yours.

It's summer. I've forgotten.
I am no one's Marianne,
I am a Leonard.
And a woman Leonard is a sinner.

Chorus:
I'm my own goddamn
Rib.
I don't need your clay.
I'm my own goddamn
Rib.
I don't need your master's hand.
Except for when I'm…

Now I see you there, always there.
With half my gestures.
And I wonder how twins fare
Far from their eggshell.
And I want to stuff you in a nest,
Only for safekeeping.

It's fall,
A year from when we met,
It’s fall,
2 years from when we met,
3 years from when we met,
5 years from when we met,
8 years from when I met you.

I am no one's Marianne,
I am a Leonard.
And a woman Leonard is a sinner.

I'm my own goddamn
Rib.
I don't need your clay.
I'm my own goddamn
Rib.
I don't need your master's hand.
I'll get my own goddamn
Apples,
And I'll grow my own Eden.
I'm my own goddamn
Snake,
I'll slither away.
I don't need your say.
Except when your voice echoes in my head.

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• female songwriter
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