jon1jt
12-08-2007, 06:28 PM
There is nothing you want. A blue sky couldn’t cheat you of time.
Okay give me a kiss, miss. Oh I’m not your mister. I used to be.
What is this you brought me? Double thick tires to bear the weight.
Our voices giving way to the haze between the real and the
pretended. Maria’s heels click across the kitchen floor, removes
her coat. How delicious this is in my silent cottage in the valley.
This is the best of the world, you made it.
She smells what she can't see. Soup, lobster, some brandy.
I smell the hundred flowers destroyed to make her perfume.
What’s the story with the skirt, it didn’t look that way when
you left? It's worn to translucence. Her hair honeys under the
kitchen light, wet. Different. She leans on the chair. Shoulder,
sweet. The voice speaks with advice. It will be alright.
Love begets love, and death before the death, the love
the part I’ve taken, the doom of love I've seen. The words,
the silences between the words, like flowers open and fall,
the heart gives away what the body takes. There's a poverty
of love, had I possessed the wit to see, a love I asked for and
never knew why. It was never mine.
One more card to play. Isn’t that bravery? But I love to lie here
singing in the silence, where under the dark rolling in, rolling on
in its journey, the ocean heaves.
Okay give me a kiss, miss. Oh I’m not your mister. I used to be.
What is this you brought me? Double thick tires to bear the weight.
Our voices giving way to the haze between the real and the
pretended. Maria’s heels click across the kitchen floor, removes
her coat. How delicious this is in my silent cottage in the valley.
This is the best of the world, you made it.
She smells what she can't see. Soup, lobster, some brandy.
I smell the hundred flowers destroyed to make her perfume.
What’s the story with the skirt, it didn’t look that way when
you left? It's worn to translucence. Her hair honeys under the
kitchen light, wet. Different. She leans on the chair. Shoulder,
sweet. The voice speaks with advice. It will be alright.
Love begets love, and death before the death, the love
the part I’ve taken, the doom of love I've seen. The words,
the silences between the words, like flowers open and fall,
the heart gives away what the body takes. There's a poverty
of love, had I possessed the wit to see, a love I asked for and
never knew why. It was never mine.
One more card to play. Isn’t that bravery? But I love to lie here
singing in the silence, where under the dark rolling in, rolling on
in its journey, the ocean heaves.