I sing - Amber Tamblyn

[urbansolitude]

I sing it like a song
I've never heard it before,
humming away broken fingers
across the river
of his mouth.
Tenderly I touch,
the rough surface of love
peeling away the layers of melancholy thought.
Preaching to me
like an infinite dream
on an infinite evening,
forever blurting out thunder into the west of my mind
and still
the song
I sing
always seems to fly south
when morning comes again.