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That constellation always reminds me of you...
Of blankets in the bed of lil' blue
Of my head on your bulky arms,
trying to find a soft crevice between muscles
and coming to rest
in the place where
your shoulder meets your chest...
-you complain my hair is getting in your mouth
so i giggle and toss it back
and you grab me in a bear hug and tickle me with your
sand-paper chin
in the place where
my shoulder meets my neck...
That constellation?
Suppose it'll always remind me of you
Of the smell of smoke on your shirt
And your 4am-good-morning-still-slightly-smirinoft breath,
Of kisses on my eye-lids, my ears and oh-my,
what-would-your-mother-say places...
-you say tonight is all we have
in that deep, down-home tone,
and laugh when I roll my eyes and gag
and give you one of my
what-would-your-mother-say faces...
That constellation always reminds me of us...
Of the way we were back then
Of the spinning of our love
and the steady depth of the starry sky...
Of the rush of wind through the trees on our mountain side,
and the roar of the waves and laughter
on that night we stole away and
both nearly froze to death
(you forgot the blankets- no you- no you!)
Of blankets in the bed of lil' blue
Of my head on your bulky arms,
trying to find a soft crevice between muscles
and coming to rest
in the place where
your shoulder meets your chest...
-you complain my hair is getting in your mouth
so i giggle and toss it back
and you grab me in a bear hug and tickle me with your
sand-paper chin
in the place where
my shoulder meets my neck...
That constellation?
Suppose it'll always remind me of you
Of the smell of smoke on your shirt
And your 4am-good-morning-still-slightly-smirinoft breath,
Of kisses on my eye-lids, my ears and oh-my,
what-would-your-mother-say places...
-you say tonight is all we have
in that deep, down-home tone,
and laugh when I roll my eyes and gag
and give you one of my
what-would-your-mother-say faces...
That constellation always reminds me of us...
Of the way we were back then
Of the spinning of our love
and the steady depth of the starry sky...
Of the rush of wind through the trees on our mountain side,
and the roar of the waves and laughter
on that night we stole away and
both nearly froze to death
(you forgot the blankets- no you- no you!)