The Man I Love

my head props up the wall
a bed creaks down the hall
the plywood is paper thin
at this dumpy roadside inn
where I've come to meet
the man I love

every distant knock
every approaching walk
sets my pulse to run
as I wait for the sun
to shine on
the man I love

guests check in each day
I run out of pain
see the clerk at the ice machine
I say, "Can you be the man of my dreams?"
I seem to have lost
the man I love

shield my eyes from life
and we'll arrive at paradise
calm my shaking faith
and I'll play the face of anyway

my head props up the wall
but I can't stop my fall
he'll find my body cold
when he reaches his happy home
I've come to greet
the man . . .