Halfway through yesterday are the words I forgot,
To stash inside your closet.
Lost hallelujahs for your too charming smile,
Halt, just shy of, "In a minute!"
You would like those thoughts -
Those full, careless thoughts -
Forever slipping into,
Politeness.
The too-telling giggles,
Hidden in slick eyes,
And smuggled in,
Feigned aloofness.
Meet me at your mind's found corner,
In its lipstick and hot-combed hair.
We'll share some words,
That we've never heard,
That will sneak us off to whenever.
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
Halfway through yesterday are the words I forgot,
To stash inside your closet.
Lost hallelujahs for your too charming smile,
Halt, just shy of, "In a minute!"
You would like those thoughts -
Those full, careless thoughts -
Forever slipping into,
Politeness.
The too-telling giggles,
Hidden in slick eyes,
And smuggled in,
Feigned aloofness.
Meet me at your mind's found corner,
In its lipstick and hot-combed hair.
We'll share some words,
That we've never heard,
That will sneak us off to whenever.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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