Saturday, May 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
and then there's those days when the tune of a song plays with your being. your heart. like strings. and it's nothing you can explain later. it's like a glimpse of golden hair wisping in the wind through a car window. or a small laugh on the other block. or how her hair always sticks to the wet on her lip. or how i can only write while i drive; shifting and penciling my thoughts all at once.
and this all fell down
the sweet slippery strain of love
it squeezes its way into my head
like the smell of the river, cool and mineral
or the feeling of wild asparagus flitting through my fingertips
the reflection of yesterday
golden light on one side of her face
and night falls
a crisp night when saturn nestles into the moon and sings
and it's clear like you've never seen it before
the sweet slippery strain of love
it squeezes its way into my head
like the smell of the river, cool and mineral
or the feeling of wild asparagus flitting through my fingertips
the reflection of yesterday
golden light on one side of her face
and night falls
a crisp night when saturn nestles into the moon and sings
and it's clear like you've never seen it before
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