(until)
Your feet touch, your minds don’t;
you blow kisses, they’re carried off:
as the wind; to white face rocks.
There’s you, and you, and me—
laughing, trembling.
Leaving: ripples on a mirror.
(for)
Even when they need it: an open hand to steady;
A solitary swimmer shan’t seek synchronisation.
They’ll sink silently: sapphires streaming,
guiltily gurgling.
As faces gently distort: they’re left castaway.
Aug 12, 2011
Aug 12, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC
(until)
Your feet touch, your minds don’t;
you blow kisses, they’re carried off:
as the wind; to white face rocks.
There’s you, and you, and me—
laughing, trembling.
Leaving: ripples on a mirror.
(for)
Even when they need it: an open hand to steady;
A solitary swimmer shan’t seek synchronisation.
They’ll sink silently: sapphires streaming,
guiltily gurgling.
As faces gently distort: they’re left castaway.
Drop your mood so you heart is no longer beating and listen to my muse for this: http://soundcloud.com/worlds-end-girlfriend/track
