I'd like to cut my hair and feel
naked as I was
the day I left my shirt sheltering your back
I do my best to cut my curls to the
quick and cut your fingers
running down my spine
I'll cut the sweet brown sound
of me touching you with Mozart and mad
mad love in my eyes
I'm going to take my knife and free
my face from these ragged
wind-whipped blades I treasured
I can live raw
as I was the night I crushed stars under my
toes dancing on a concrete pilon
I was spinning not falling
into your soft embrace but even then
there was a beauty of a blade in my back pocket
I'd like to cradle you in the weary
cotton shirt I left behind and as I walk away
naked I'll cut you from my mind
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
I'd like to cut my hair and feel
naked as I was
the day I left my shirt sheltering your back
I do my best to cut my curls to the
quick and cut your fingers
running down my spine
I'll cut the sweet brown sound
of me touching you with Mozart and mad
mad love in my eyes
I'm going to take my knife and free
my face from these ragged
wind-whipped blades I treasured
I can live raw
as I was the night I crushed stars under my
toes dancing on a concrete pilon
I was spinning not falling
into your soft embrace but even then
there was a beauty of a blade in my back pocket
I'd like to cradle you in the weary
cotton shirt I left behind and as I walk away
naked I'll cut you from my mind
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