your words like high speed winds making noise on my skin I put on a psychedelic lipstick I take off the blue dress (made in India) - he tries new scores with oxidized fingers galvanizes the silence, the thirst, the dreams of the air- I want to confess iloveyous louder than the coffee machines. Louder than the morning radio. Louder than tram number 5. life is what happens while you stay, leave, come back and redefine our melting point
I open the door, you are there with your carnival smile and nothing prepares me for this obscure truth: imponderable I feel when you say my name my name my name
your little voice Over the wires came leaping and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers wee skipping high-heeled flames courtesied before my eyes or twinkling over to my side Looked up with impertinently exquisite faces floating hands were laid upon me I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing up Up with the pale important stars and the Humorous moon dear girl How i was crazy how i cried when i heard over time and tide and death leaping Sweetly your voice
Moon, blow your light my way, but don't cut my time
Let me dream just a little longer while my eyelids shine in the dark starlight
Let the ceremony end slow back in my old home, not in a cold forest near the sea
I want to see again those three rivers that flow together and listen to a woman singing to a child in her mild mannered way
But in spite of the night and my wishes something keeps creeping past me in my sleep like numbers of smoke
It was you, dark woman, walking across the room bare footed turning on the air conditioner in the winter, a pair of scissors in the folds of your robe.