Planters Field

by Nick Jaina

I will lay you down in a planters field
and watch
as blackbirds cross our names in the sky
I will watch

one of us is gonna have to tell the truth
one of us is gonna have to place a bet
I saw your collarbone sneaking out
of the cut in your dress
it turned my God-fearing heart
into an atheist

I will cut you a window over the sink
it will show
the fabric of our love in the soft undertow
it will show

I saw you standing in the corner of your mother's house
wearing the coat that keeps the conversations with the strangers out
well, I have worn that jacket too, you know, it fits me nice, it cleans up new
but when the weather's cold and the sleeves get damp
you need the fire from an oil lamp

I will lay you down in a planters field
so soft
and touch the ringlets in your hair
so soft

one of us is gonna have to die first
they'll lay us down in the weeping earth
one of us is gonna have to die alone
they'll lock us up in a southern home
one of us is gonna pay the price
a pentecost, a life of vice
it will be alright, it will be alright
it'll be alright, it'll be alright

© 2008 Nick Jaina