Apr 28, 2006 20:05
under your mouth and in i was the hurricane and then its eye. there's a liquid electricity that fingers can touch; it pooled around us and over.
i can't teach a wolf to run and i can't teach you to die; i can't teach you to be still. i can't tell you much about stars. i can't show you how to hear the words they say in songs.
i can press you there with rhythm and long fingers. i can read to you; i can linger over certain words and phrases and look at you to tell you it's this that moves me.
there are places in me that don't hear you even as the rest fills and echoes your voice.
i can't always tell you what i'm feeling; i can always tell you you make me feel.
make a wish. wish upon the brown specks you find in my blue eyes. wish upon a running wolf; wish upon death and certain words, upon liquid electricity.
there are places in me that weren't there before you.