long ago i kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies after surfacing from the mirror (where the rabbits lead us) woman shaking death from her hair i swear the wind sounded like spirits voicing all the things that tortured them (when they were men) the fire light was an offering to the god that runs through the bark of the trees, i believe like the sky above me we won't live to see it end now lets not pretend that it could've been (any other way) long and slow i kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies older ghosts than you and me listen to the whispering whisper to the listening the old grey ghost and i whisper to the listening sky by the gods above us we won't live to see it end now let's not pretend that it could've been (any other way) bleeding white butterflies long and slow i kissed her skull