Fallen-Gwyneth Herbert

[00:17.07]He thinks that he is falling [00:23.25]He tells me on a rusty bench [00:28.40]As we sit dripping drenched [00:31.66]In autumn rain [00:37.32] [00:40.21]He says he thinks he's fallen [00:46.29]Im staring at a dampened nail [00:52.30]Contorted by the hail [00:57.19]And chicken stained [01:06.33] [01:08.04]suspended in the shower [01:11.19]I watch his sentence cower [01:15.08]In the shadows of my mind [01:18.82]My ears are blind [01:22.86] [01:24.20]He tells me that he's fallen [01:30.17]My fingertips are turning blue [01:36.40]I see him leave through [01:40.29]The drizzled pane [01:51.93] [01:59.29]He almost says he's falling [02:07.28]I'm gazing at an ailing fly [02:12.35]And i watch it slowly die [02:16.32]With no suprise [02:22.29] [02:24.20]He does not says he's fallen [02:32.25]I'm rigid as a frozen queen [02:37.29]His eager hands between [02:40.30]My weary thighs [02:51.28] [02:52.10]I taste his wet desire [02:55.69]My mouth is stale and drier [02:59.30]As the housefly toils until [03:03.52]It's winter still [03:06.34] [03:08.33]There's no more talk of falling [03:15.78]Those dusky words are now taboo [03:20.90]There's no more iv'e fallen too [03:26.66]left in my eyes