home, Love?
Not able to sleep
I've filed and painted my fingernails with
A clear top coat,
Shaved my legs and
Made a few online purchases.
One was two used copies of the same
Wendell Berry book.
Wishing to be back with a farm boy,
I'm lying alone on a high and unfamiliar double bed
Listening to Iron and Wine though little white cords running to my ears
Remembering his hands.. (two for you)
Skin scraped by honest work, though maybe uncareful
Wide knuckles that rings don't fit easily over
Dirt under the nails that grow faster than he can remember to cut them
--ground into the calluses he is building up on his palms again now that school's out
Blonde hairs that shine in the sun...
. . .
The moonlight, no, the streetlight
Shining into this big barren bedroom is
Reflecting off my freshly shaven legs
Like studio light shining off of
Legs of a Vouge model
(Though mine are admittedly rounder).
I probably look as rich and bored as I am feeling.
Don't worry,
I'll be coming home soon, Love.
Did I just say home, Love?
I've filed and painted my fingernails with
A clear top coat,
Shaved my legs and
Made a few online purchases.
One was two used copies of the same
Wendell Berry book.
Wishing to be back with a farm boy,
I'm lying alone on a high and unfamiliar double bed
Listening to Iron and Wine though little white cords running to my ears
Remembering his hands.. (two for you)
Skin scraped by honest work, though maybe uncareful
Wide knuckles that rings don't fit easily over
Dirt under the nails that grow faster than he can remember to cut them
--ground into the calluses he is building up on his palms again now that school's out
Blonde hairs that shine in the sun...
. . .
The moonlight, no, the streetlight
Shining into this big barren bedroom is
Reflecting off my freshly shaven legs
Like studio light shining off of
Legs of a Vouge model
(Though mine are admittedly rounder).
I probably look as rich and bored as I am feeling.
Don't worry,
I'll be coming home soon, Love.
Did I just say home, Love?