Coffee, ***** sitting:
Drugs abet this ringing in my ears.
All around the universe hums:
Be here, be here, be here.
We seem to think that the past
has a picture of us on its dresser,
and future’s a woman in a red dress;
her womb, our plans: impress her.
Here’s the secret that the birds chirp:
This is the only day.
You made the sky and all the love under it;
you sigh, and the clouds blow away.
Be here with me now, I beg.
Open the door with your whole body.
See me without the past,
and we’ll make love for the first time, always.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Coffee, ***** sitting:
Drugs abet this ringing in my ears.
All around the universe hums:
Be here, be here, be here.
We seem to think that the past
has a picture of us on its dresser,
and future’s a woman in a red dress;
her womb, our plans: impress her.
Here’s the secret that the birds chirp:
This is the only day.
You made the sky and all the love under it;
you sigh, and the clouds blow away.
Be here with me now, I beg.
Open the door with your whole body.
See me without the past,
and we’ll make love for the first time, always.
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