Calendar Girl

There is a woman in the mirror.

She lives behind my eyes

to orbit my subconscious like a shadow-satellite.

But I'll never really touch her,

well at least never in this time.

She is the shape-shifting idol

in the temple of my mind.

You know I've reached for Her in many

and found a little peace.

If only I'd reached deeper still,

I might have been released,

oh but we'll never touch each other,

although we live in the same place.

You see our backs are fused together

so we take different views of space.

Oh but I am scared of her.

She tests the strength of every dream I build,

which buckle neath the weight of just the shadow of her will.

But I really needn't worry,

cause she can't touch me anyway.

Her's are heat-seeking missiles,

and my heart is cold as clay.

She is the coiled & sleeping serpent

at the bottom of my spine.

She's the shadow puppet theatre

in the backstage of my mind,

but I'll never really see her

because there's a veil she hides behind.

But I guess that’s for the better,

cause just one look might drive me blind.

Yes and her geodesic belly

is my planetarium,

and also its the diving-bell that dropped me so far from my home,

but I'll never really live there,

because you just can't go back again.

No she will never be my mother,

and she'll never be my friend.

Oh but I am scared of her

She tests the strength of every dream I build,

which buckle neath the weight of just the shadow of her will.

But I really needn't worry,

cause she can't touch me anyway.

Her's are heat-seeking missiles,

and my heart is cold as clay.

No, no, no she has no sense of humour,

and she has no sense of time,

but sometimes we meet halfway in drag in some neutral place we find.

But we never stay for long there,

although we stay forever too.

Each moment holds eternity

if you see each moment through.

Its her flesh that warms the altar.

Its her hand that wields the knife.

Its her lips that drink that last drop of my blood.

Its her kiss that brings me my Life,

but I'll never really kiss her,

well at least never in this world.

She is my shape-shifting priestess,

She's my Calendar Girl.