Jun 18, 2004 14:18
Tracing the contours of your body
I can see the lines with my eyes shut
beauty radiates from your skin
like the sun can be seen through eyelids
squeezing tight to keep from blindness.
I know you spray your perfume
on the pillowcases every morning
so that I will permeate in your aroma
and never forget the smell; vanilla and lilacs
not that I need reminding.
Dream team counter-storytellers
spending late nights in 24-hour restraunts
recounting experiences and other tales
everyone will know how deep it goes
when I change who you are.
A new identity for you so no will find us
you love your life but you want to escape
because you feel trapped and rooted
and so you love me and ask me for help
and I will change you, set you free.