Oct 2015
and if i touch your hand will the miles melt away?
hold on to me here, in these fields,
with the dying purple sky and the early orange of the trees
i see god, i see god, i see love again
stay close to me in the fields, in the bedroom--
with your bedroom eyes and you touch my thighs
my breath mixed with yours in an
iridescent cloud and i understand eve's sins now
don't turn away, don't turn away, without the promise of
meeting me in these fields again someday
hold on to me here, in these fields,
with the dying purple sky and the early orange of the trees
i see god, i see god, i see love again
stay close to me in the fields, in the bedroom--
with your bedroom eyes and you touch my thighs
my breath mixed with yours in an
iridescent cloud and i understand eve's sins now
don't turn away, don't turn away, without the promise of
meeting me in these fields again someday
a draft of a song, like so many of my posts are. that's how i write them, just throwing words on a page and the music comes later
