Tower Like Monsters

I’d have you undone but you dress backstage
All leather and brass but lacking a sword
Your mammoth hands breathless with gauntlets
Your mouth is hallowed but I’d rather it swore
I always joke when we can’t see each other’s faces
Chasing you, racing you, but tying up your laces.

I’d be soft as lint but your pockets are wet
I’d call you a psycho but you are a scientist
I’d offer you opium but you don’t sleep anyway
I’d dream of a pinch but you are not nearly that gentle
I’d ask you for reason but, again, you are a scientist

Question but forget this, please.
You tower like monsters.
Forget this.