Saturday, January 9, 2010

slowly, and it comes to me

row row row
on through
the mind meld, the ebb
and the flow of your life
in mine
in my life

the transgression of my choices
the digression of my ideals
you are all and more
less and less today
more tomorrow

i'm wrong and i'm right
i'm high and low
i'm running between the left
and to your side
over think over dream
over play those fantasies

and only your voice can bring me back to earth
back to what i really want
back to what sweet smell the future is
the glory and bounty of my swelling heart
like a cheap red wagon filled with pansies
pansies of love
like a bucket of black fuel
fuel to the fire the fire the fire oh the goddamned fire
you free me
somedays
i am freedom's legs
burning desire
"it's about time"
come to me here, i'll wrap you in linens so new
with a dew on your nose
the nose of summer and the nose of the few you left behind
the few who'll miss you
how i did too
oh how i missed you too

i'll fill your cheeks with wine
and with grapes on the vine i found them beneath my skirt
beneath my shirt a garden of eden
a garden of "you are forgiven"
i'll douse your eyes with primrose
place under your tongue a remedy
of pure rescue
of fingertip rescue
of eyelash residue

give me your time and your soul to cradle
held within a cup of the finest tea
i'll make you that
i'll make you a grade 'A' piece of mind

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