The Dock at Parsons Lake
Jul 2, 2013 1:39:44 GMT -5
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LonelyForsaken and goldfinch like this
Post by Aish on Jul 2, 2013 1:39:44 GMT -5
v.3
Dark has driven its tent spike
into this side of the world
and I just want everyone
to shut the f*ck up, turn down
or off or out, so I can be alone
with the words in your veins
and the intoxication
waiting on your tongue.
I want the tires on the highways
to quit rolling,
this supply and demand society
to forget itself and go hungry.
Maybe if it lost a few pounds
of media opinions
handfuls of people
could find God for real
and stop calling her names
like political power
or dead presidents
or replacement theology.
I just want to wear your skin
in the soft cricket songs of summer,
swaying with the breeze
as it hums itself around our shoulders
and our soles grow new shoots into the sky.
I want to hold the coals of your eyes
as they blaze over me in baptizement,
navigating with nothing but my breath
as you crochet the sounds
into a long shawl, knotting
new octaves into almost silent heartbeats.
And I just want to be the vibration in your veins,
closer than home
nearer the bone
while cicadas wake in chorus at sunrise
and I'm your mystery girl again.
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v.2
Dark has driven its tent spike
into this side of the world
and I just want everyone
to shut the f*ck up, turn down
or off or out, so I can be alone
with the words in your veins
and the intoxication
waiting on your tongue.
I want the tires on the highways
to quit rolling,
this supply and demand society
to forget itself and fast.
Maybe if it lost a few pounds
of media opinions
handfuls of people
could find God for real
and stop calling her names
like political power
or dead presidents
or replacement theology.
I just want to wear your skin
in the soft cricket songs of summer,
swaying with the breeze
as it hums itself around our shoulders
and our soles grow new shoots into the sky.
I want to hold the coals of your eyes
as they blaze over me in baptizement
nourishing drought dry wells
I forgot I'm made from.
I just want to demand
with nothing but my breath
as you crochet the sounds
into a long shawl, knotting
new octaves into almost silent heartbeats.
And I will draw tangled poems
on frosted window panes
inhaling the crisp air hovering over them,
kissing the chill from one anothers palms
until I thaw.
And I just want to be those words in your veins,
closer than home
nearer the bone
while cicadas wake in chorus at sunrise
and I'm your mystery girl again.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
v.1
Dark has driven its tent spike into this side of the world
and I just want everyone to shut the f*ck up, turn down
or off or out, so I can be alone
with the words in your veins
and the drug-like high waiting on your tongue.
I want the tires on the highways to quit rolling,
this supply and demand society to forget itself and fast.
Maybe if it lost a few pounds of media opinions
some handfuls of people could find God for real
and stop calling her names like political power
or dead presidents or replacement theology.
I just want to wear your skin in the soft cricket songs of summer,
swaying with the breeze as it hums itself around our shoulders
and our soles grow new shoots into the sky.
I want to hold the coals of your eyes
as they blaze over me in baptizement
nourishing drought dry wells I forgot I'm made from.
I just want
to yield and demand with nothing but my breath,
as you crochet the sounds into a long shawl
that will protect us when the flash and flush
of that first bloom quiets itself in autumn,
and I draw pictures of poems we tangled ourselves into
by dragging my fingertips
through frosted window panes we erected
inhaling the crisp air hovering over them,
knotting new octaves into almost silent heartbeats,
kissing the chill from one anothers palms
until I thaw.
And I just want to be those words in your veins, closer than home
nearer the bone
while cicadas wake in chorus at sunrise and I'm your mystery girl again.