She

She got out of sight as her brain left her body signals
She was dreaming of a world named after her
He was tall and dark with a mind like a woman
Listening to her crooked tales of the past
It was love

And when her boyfriend died all along with the other human beings
She survived as her brain divorced her skull
She would have to live in the air with the other God likes
Never have the need of a friend
Without lust

She cries
She cries a riddle of the heart in the cold beat of all this symmetry
And burns around the middle, she keeps a plain soul
The riddle to your heart is the cold lines of the asymmetry
And you bend with a secret, with a cool in your heart
She cries with the beat of desire: He died without a sound

She cries
She cries a river of her own
When her mind seeks into the symmetry
And flows around the circle
She keeps a plain heart
By the river of her own
She's a straight line across
When she bends:
Take it down to the river with me
Love me in the water
Like the free
Lie right here as we float down the stream.