there’s still some music hidden
in the burst of noon
I can feel it in my lips
the Man you are
you ****** time
when you forget to blink
make me your Woman
embodied certainty
doorstep within
pillow for dreams
uninterrupted
I’ll be your road back
into childhood laughter
fill me with poetry, commonplace,
raw matter-of-fact
I’ll wear the day for you
fix little surprise
in the cup of tea
let you play true love
with my heels, dormant
twist the mirror inwards:
I’m yours.
you stranger,
behold thy Woman
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
there’s still some music hidden
in the burst of noon
I can feel it in my lips
the Man you are
you ****** time
when you forget to blink
make me your Woman
embodied certainty
doorstep within
pillow for dreams
uninterrupted
I’ll be your road back
into childhood laughter
fill me with poetry, commonplace,
raw matter-of-fact
I’ll wear the day for you
fix little surprise
in the cup of tea
let you play true love
with my heels, dormant
twist the mirror inwards:
I’m yours.
you stranger,
behold thy Woman
