i.
In your arms, I felt like a child
Not a woman.
Listened to warmth, the
Tin raindrops outside and this
Bright light. Accepted
it and laid on you. Worn
Like the Midwest flatlands,
many arid miles longing
terribly
To comprehend, I can’t.
A glimpse of the shadows
Of the mind in the day of you:
Stripped and tender,
Raw. I bury my head
Like a child.
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ii.
Like a woman – like a child
In your arms – (is) – raw
I bury my head. I feel like child.
Listened to the warmth of
Tin raindrops outside and this – stripped and tender
Worn, the mind in the day of you
Bright light like the many arid miles
Like the Midwest flatlands, longing terribly
To comprehend. Accept it
and laid on you.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
i.
In your arms, I felt like a child
Not a woman.
Listened to warmth, the
Tin raindrops outside and this
Bright light. Accepted
it and laid on you. Worn
Like the Midwest flatlands,
many arid miles longing
terribly
To comprehend, I can’t.
A glimpse of the shadows
Of the mind in the day of you:
Stripped and tender,
Raw. I bury my head
Like a child.
----------------------------------------(alternate version)
ii.
Like a woman – like a child
In your arms – (is) – raw
I bury my head. I feel like child.
Listened to the warmth of
Tin raindrops outside and this – stripped and tender
Worn, the mind in the day of you
Bright light like the many arid miles
Like the Midwest flatlands, longing terribly
To comprehend. Accept it
and laid on you.
