(t'is the spine, from which we need speak)
this then the secret you knew
but could not speak,
for you did not
know it
in the way
knowing was needed...
what do we owe each other,
when first we speak,
of that risk greatest ever taken,
cross the line
from maybe to amour?
exciting times,
heartbeat and pulse,
performing an un~orchestrated
syncopated rhythm,
your mind 's eye,
never more focused, observant,
never more judgement~poor,
for distortion of love heat
have affected your flying instruments...
this then I will answer,
for though memories are mossed,
certain things are burnished
and I remember my first loves
and I remember my first crushings,
as if they were yet to happen...
so when to the negotiating table come,
outstretched, your hands,
pleading your case,
you owe her this:
from the spine speak,
ignore the eyes and heated heart
signal distortions,
if you wish to tell her
how you have come to feel~believe,
tell her from the spine...
for if in agreement,
you will never stand taller
if on two different steps you stair,
if lucky, time may cure you
of your hunchback crooked ****
for the crook will have stolen your straight,
which is why they call him and
now, you too, sadly,
crooked...
character is your best selling point,
so, from the spine speak
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
(t'is the spine, from which we need speak)
this then the secret you knew
but could not speak,
for you did not
know it
in the way
knowing was needed...
what do we owe each other,
when first we speak,
of that risk greatest ever taken,
cross the line
from maybe to amour?
exciting times,
heartbeat and pulse,
performing an un~orchestrated
syncopated rhythm,
your mind 's eye,
never more focused, observant,
never more judgement~poor,
for distortion of love heat
have affected your flying instruments...
this then I will answer,
for though memories are mossed,
certain things are burnished
and I remember my first loves
and I remember my first crushings,
as if they were yet to happen...
so when to the negotiating table come,
outstretched, your hands,
pleading your case,
you owe her this:
from the spine speak,
ignore the eyes and heated heart
signal distortions,
if you wish to tell her
how you have come to feel~believe,
tell her from the spine...
for if in agreement,
you will never stand taller
if on two different steps you stair,
if lucky, time may cure you
of your hunchback crooked ****
for the crook will have stolen your straight,
which is why they call him and
now, you too, sadly,
crooked...
character is your best selling point,
so, from the spine speak
Title taken from an actor discussing his role as Hank in
HANK AND ASHA, a film about identity, longing, and the irresistible appeal of entertaining life's what-ifs
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