Joan Shelley
Ariadne’s Gone
Lay down beside me
I want you to touch me
I know we're not friendly that way
I walk the sands
Where your temple still stands
Now you've gone where you wanted to go
I'm looking for signs of her
Left from your time with her
Proof that you needed a woman
Here on the land where she promised to stay
At your command 'cause you want it that way
And she's plastic
Love changes hands
He wears stars on his skin
And he's tall as your columns in marble
He says, 'come take my hand now
I want you to stand now
For some things are greater than fiction'
I'll write my poems and letters for this
Pulled from the air are the words that you give
If you're willing
Here, give your hand to me
Come near and be with me
Friend, won't you stay here a while?
Friend, won't you stay here a while?