from worm to whole
Moments trick the senses in a swale of intimacy
Your eyes glancing timid brush my skin like salt crests upon a sinking ship
And the echo of your unspoken words nudges my true self towards fawn songs
Invisible in the dusk of spring
I have lost the desire to hear your answer though days later long for an explanation
A chysalid of desire has engulfed my intellect
Distracted by wish pennies and meditating on dreams
It is this error in perception that blinds me to realness
Then bathing later in sweat I long to drink in
A shadow calls longingly that I am not home
Your touch has me perforated by bullets
But I have shed no blood in your name
In daydreams I am the puppet master and you my muse
A guitar riff repeats then overlaps into noise
An emblematic slipstream sewn onto the back of your coat
Reminds me that you are a real boy under all that wood
And my nails long like Thai dancers
Tangle the strings
Unfurling the threads that have woven this web
By morning my breath is too foul to praise you
And I retreat to a village of one
And I write with a patter of fingers on keys
And I play you our love song with freshly painted toenails
And dismember my senses while freckles fall like dirty snow
Your eyes glancing timid brush my skin like salt crests upon a sinking ship
And the echo of your unspoken words nudges my true self towards fawn songs
Invisible in the dusk of spring
I have lost the desire to hear your answer though days later long for an explanation
A chysalid of desire has engulfed my intellect
Distracted by wish pennies and meditating on dreams
It is this error in perception that blinds me to realness
Then bathing later in sweat I long to drink in
A shadow calls longingly that I am not home
Your touch has me perforated by bullets
But I have shed no blood in your name
In daydreams I am the puppet master and you my muse
A guitar riff repeats then overlaps into noise
An emblematic slipstream sewn onto the back of your coat
Reminds me that you are a real boy under all that wood
And my nails long like Thai dancers
Tangle the strings
Unfurling the threads that have woven this web
By morning my breath is too foul to praise you
And I retreat to a village of one
And I write with a patter of fingers on keys
And I play you our love song with freshly painted toenails
And dismember my senses while freckles fall like dirty snow
tangent intersection for a love lost street
you may never read this
this is for you
you may guess upon the meaning
the meaning is subjective
you may dance upon a spindle
i may prick my finger
i may spin gold
and you may hide your name
you may steal my little girl
not the one i have
but the one i am
are you afraid of what's under the bed
or did you already look under too many times for it be reasonable to look again
this is for you
you may guess upon the meaning
the meaning is subjective
you may dance upon a spindle
i may prick my finger
i may spin gold
and you may hide your name
you may steal my little girl
not the one i have
but the one i am
are you afraid of what's under the bed
or did you already look under too many times for it be reasonable to look again
inspired by a night i was within and a night i was without
and just like a moment of awakened fright
so is the sound of yukele so basked in comfort
and just as a moment is lost on a pop-u-lust
so is a custom of standard lost
and just as the roofing lifts and bangs in the wind
so does my heart feel sure
and as the current shifts
from a vuluptuous thigh
so too does an unexpected excitment
crush a moment of weakness
and this is real
and this is part of the scene
and don't you forget it
and within an istant an instant was birthed
a moment forsaken
a thought given up
a kiss on a shrugged shoulder
and beneath a table a shift of a thigh
eyes locked before a wink breaks the silence
a love drifting on an ocean of painted horizon
rocking
in a belief that i have forgotten
angels don't forget and laughter beats all
so is the sound of yukele so basked in comfort
and just as a moment is lost on a pop-u-lust
so is a custom of standard lost
and just as the roofing lifts and bangs in the wind
so does my heart feel sure
and as the current shifts
from a vuluptuous thigh
so too does an unexpected excitment
crush a moment of weakness
and this is real
and this is part of the scene
and don't you forget it
and within an istant an instant was birthed
a moment forsaken
a thought given up
a kiss on a shrugged shoulder
and beneath a table a shift of a thigh
eyes locked before a wink breaks the silence
a love drifting on an ocean of painted horizon
rocking
in a belief that i have forgotten
angels don't forget and laughter beats all
and as it was built so shall it howl
wind
wind
it sounds different when i sign
i awake to wind
i unwind
i wind up for tomorrow
i rewind
i am winded
wind
it sounds different when i sign
i awake to wind
i unwind
i wind up for tomorrow
i rewind
i am winded
and the spinners against the wall reflect the fact that i've nothing to say
slippery slopes drip from media scopes
hidden in framework baffled by wisdom
idioms plastered on skyped eyes that relish
embellished by swag fags
that can't shut the fridge
our house is a very fine house
i'm not being sarcastic
"the greatest love of all" IS "we're all alone"
hidden in framework baffled by wisdom
idioms plastered on skyped eyes that relish
embellished by swag fags
that can't shut the fridge
our house is a very fine house
i'm not being sarcastic
"the greatest love of all" IS "we're all alone"
one more time ought to get it
awakening to night and a little boz skaggs
flute is fun when it's ominous with love
when are you coming home school boy?
that's what i love about poetry and disco
so poignant and unexpected
love like a two dollar word
like wonder basked in dirty sequins
like a metaphor that touches your secret parts
look at that girl
she hides in the shadows
she begs for forgiveness
acknowledgement
then the hand that says its over now
where did that come from
i can't take it
i know more than that
it's too late to turn back now
all i can think of is "where is my back up synthesizer?"
i just realized how intense you are
funny that i was so blinded by love
i thought i was blinded by yours
but i realize now that it was mine all along
mine hahahahhahahahahhahahahahaahaah
mine
my own
i like that i follow my own rules
it made me happier than ever to follow yours
flute is fun when it's ominous with love
when are you coming home school boy?
that's what i love about poetry and disco
so poignant and unexpected
love like a two dollar word
like wonder basked in dirty sequins
like a metaphor that touches your secret parts
look at that girl
she hides in the shadows
she begs for forgiveness
acknowledgement
then the hand that says its over now
where did that come from
i can't take it
i know more than that
it's too late to turn back now
all i can think of is "where is my back up synthesizer?"
i just realized how intense you are
funny that i was so blinded by love
i thought i was blinded by yours
but i realize now that it was mine all along
mine hahahahhahahahahhahahahahaahaah
mine
my own
i like that i follow my own rules
it made me happier than ever to follow yours
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