Solace of the Solanine
You were lying on the bed
As if you were sleeping
And I kissed your forehead
And I began weeping
You were not there
You were not sleeping
I traced the veins in your arm
They held the toxin
That did the harm
Full of volatile auxin
There was nothing I could do
They were bright and blue
I brushed your hair
Curled like tendrils on trestles
I said a prayer
And removed the nettle
I placed your hands on your hips
And kissed your lips
I looked into your eyes
But they did not return my gaze
My heart was full of sighs
And I was in a daze
I said I love you
But it did not get through
You did not care
You were not weeping
You were not there
You were not sleeping
I sang you a lullaby
I said goodbye
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