The weak poets writing justifications
We don’t have to surrender to feelings
Capable of harvesting an outcome we desire
Take this, take my hand, take it all for example
Take the time, take heart, take notice (for Christ sake)
So we place our hands side by side on the floor
Sway back and forth
The winter has never been this cold
Feet stepping in time
Both ears eager to listen
The birth of the spring is coming early
No one else seems to be noticing
this enlarged heart might kill us both
And I am trying to remember my history
All the things you must be feeling for me
Because I am about to enter your life
Just like a Gale force wind
I will tear down your house like it never stood
While staring at the wreckage pilled around you
Your eager eye will beg for what is in store
My years are adding up to more
I was tearing things down before you were born
It really is a shame isn’t it
I have not learned to do more with this touch
Why my life force feeds on the hopeless hearts kiss
I know how to use my finger tips
Placing palms heavy into your sides
I know how to turn my head just right
To make you desperate for my eyes
Gentle soft moments of twilight
You will stay here with me
Place your feet next to mine
Move our bodies in time
I will let your hands go to places new
Eyes open as I make love with you
This is your first time precious love
Don’t think I could ever forget this
This is your first time
For touch, for love, for even just a kiss
Sunday, March 9, 2008
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