Mar 29, 2007 23:34
my fingers get lost tracing
from your eyes to your nose
or along the seams of your clothes
increasingly more aware with
every stitch - I twitch-a-stuck
on thinking about you - distracted
but so on track- following
this yellow bric-a-brac road
write me on one red shoe and
yourrrrrrrr
on it's compliment
slip them on and skip confident
past lions rrrrror tigers or bears
to emerald city through
poppy fields where you sleep so pretty
and we are asking how to get home
we got shitty and now we want to go home
walk arm-in-arm in the rain
i could hold you up tripping over tonight
willing my body awake and upright
willing my manner less sloppy
willing myself that i should remember
when i met you in winter, your
body familiar now, my body
less cautious now but never reckless
never senseless
and it was right on
you were right on
there was a diminuendo of heavy breath
and soon wakefulness left.