I'll wear the seduced horizons
and you'll drug me with silence
or rhyme bossa nova in my blood
air, tears, poetry, color
just names for the hunger of that space
in between my train of thoughts
when it happens -
the scent of you in the morning
and dried flowers in your eyes
it's just...
the hand forgets the handle
and the feet unlock the weight
soon baby, soon
there will be something singing
when skies are flowing
and wonders can/should/might
give me some
of your bright
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
I'll wear the seduced horizons
and you'll drug me with silence
or rhyme bossa nova in my blood
air, tears, poetry, color
just names for the hunger of that space
in between my train of thoughts
when it happens -
the scent of you in the morning
and dried flowers in your eyes
it's just...
the hand forgets the handle
and the feet unlock the weight
soon baby, soon
there will be something singing
when skies are flowing
and wonders can/should/might
give me some
of your bright
