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I am there Wishing that if I pressed my fingers to your lips I could understand the broken Braille of your breath When your throat locks in the noise Gentle butterfly gut Fanning flames over burning cinderblocks in your belly I am there When you wished the moon in a rearview mirror Heading west Wondering if you really could go far enough to see its dark side When you wanted to turn back I was there When she drank razorblades And Tylenol ink Into a botched suicide note I was there This is the journey When he wondered when he could hold somebody again Like a waterbed full of blood Without the motion sickness I was there Every moment y’all Of your ***** sacred I want to be there So when you see that this place is so big And you are so small And our souls might be stardust and minerals Burning blue so far away At least you’re not alone Your body is built for love She said Beer breathed and true I smiled I was there Kiss me with your car parts DUI this knee buckle I want to be tried and arrested Spit out and spanked And I will still kneel before you And praise all that is good in you Because you are holy Every moment of you is holy I was there Begging to be baptized by your presence Because in a place so big I don’t want to feel so alone anymore I want to kiss you I want to kiss you Like you are better Than everything you’ve ever done You are I was there When the world inside your breastplate Spun natural disaster And sunshine Anvil remorse And sweet laughter When I held you Any of you And our worlds Vibrated a conversation only our souls could understand I was there And all we could speak was “LOVE” All we could speak was “Us”
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
Becoming Spiritual; Or All We Could Speak Was Love
I am there Wishing that if I pressed my fingers to your lips I could understand the broken Braille of your breath When your throat locks in the noise Gentle butterfly gut Fanning flames over burning cinderblocks in your belly I am there When you wished the moon in a rearview mirror Heading west Wondering if you really could go far enough to see its dark side When you wanted to turn back I was there When she drank razorblades And Tylenol ink Into a botched suicide note I was there This is the journey When he wondered when he could hold somebody again Like a waterbed full of blood Without the motion sickness I was there Every moment y’all Of your ***** sacred I want to be there So when you see that this place is so big And you are so small And our souls might be stardust and minerals Burning blue so far away At least you’re not alone Your body is built for love She said Beer breathed and true I smiled I was there Kiss me with your car parts DUI this knee buckle I want to be tried and arrested Spit out and spanked And I will still kneel before you And praise all that is good in you Because you are holy Every moment of you is holy I was there Begging to be baptized by your presence Because in a place so big I don’t want to feel so alone anymore I want to kiss you I want to kiss you Like you are better Than everything you’ve ever done You are I was there When the world inside your breastplate Spun natural disaster And sunshine Anvil remorse And sweet laughter When I held you Any of you And our worlds Vibrated a conversation only our souls could understand I was there And all we could speak was “LOVE” All we could speak was “Us”
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
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