over and over, he said "sad in a completely life-affirming way"
and rachel says things like "you glow inside me." and i feel everything. and i need to talk to God and say simply, "thank. you." really.
well
sometimes it's about simple love songs, lyrics and all. (shrug) street vendors. used book stores with dusty spines. apples for sale on the street. sidewalk sharing. coats. cool hands seeking pale skin wrapped in sweater. put your socks on. the light outdoors. aprons and jeans. weaving in through pockets and pigtails. sneezing in the sun. waving goodbye. gait. "you look really good, happy." he has a cold. we can leave early (because we aren't worried about you anymore). oh, dearest. here take my paperback until yours comes in the mail. fire alarms at 6am. again this "fiery sadness called desire." more laundry more laundry. sunlit sleepiness. sit in the study. carbon copy ink fingers. mouthing. wisps of hair you push behind the ear. glow. scratched sweaters. such small wrists. suitcases remind me of typewriters i don't know why. "woman" is a funny word. everyone wants something.
more fruit stands. a couple bars i won't go in. mathematics tutorials for sale. cork board shouts. i need you. i love you. that's what everyone is saying somewhere.
lazy but needing. yes.
this time a fall, but
warm.
"sweet avenue"
orange rhyming dictionary (jets to brazil)
tasting you and rain I walk down
to the train
try not to look down
this day could one day be
an anniversary
everything is light
and sound
facing forwards going slowly wait
for you to show me where
this train wants to go
living by the hour I stop for every flower everything is
soft and slow
now all these tastes
improve through the view that comes with you
like they handed me my life
for the first time
it felt right
thank you
for making me see
there's a life in me
it was dying to get out
holding you
we make two spoons
beneath an April moon everything is
soft and sweet
this cigarette it
could seduce a nation with its
smoke crawling down
my tired throat
scratches part of me that's
purring softly stirring
I'm a captain of industry
smoking famously
feet up
on the windowsill
look at all these trees I
feel affinity with
everything so soft and still
budding at my fingertips
touching you I start
to bloom
alive with trains and passing ships
soft and sweet
along your lips now
I go "oh wow"
thank you
for taking me from
my monastery
I was dying to get out
with tears of gratitude I like my latitude
cross town train to you
now all these tastes
improve through the view that comes with you
like they handed me my life
for the first time it felt
worth it
like I deserved it
well
sometimes it's about simple love songs, lyrics and all. (shrug) street vendors. used book stores with dusty spines. apples for sale on the street. sidewalk sharing. coats. cool hands seeking pale skin wrapped in sweater. put your socks on. the light outdoors. aprons and jeans. weaving in through pockets and pigtails. sneezing in the sun. waving goodbye. gait. "you look really good, happy." he has a cold. we can leave early (because we aren't worried about you anymore). oh, dearest. here take my paperback until yours comes in the mail. fire alarms at 6am. again this "fiery sadness called desire." more laundry more laundry. sunlit sleepiness. sit in the study. carbon copy ink fingers. mouthing. wisps of hair you push behind the ear. glow. scratched sweaters. such small wrists. suitcases remind me of typewriters i don't know why. "woman" is a funny word. everyone wants something.
more fruit stands. a couple bars i won't go in. mathematics tutorials for sale. cork board shouts. i need you. i love you. that's what everyone is saying somewhere.
lazy but needing. yes.
this time a fall, but
warm.
"sweet avenue"
orange rhyming dictionary (jets to brazil)
tasting you and rain I walk down
to the train
try not to look down
this day could one day be
an anniversary
everything is light
and sound
facing forwards going slowly wait
for you to show me where
this train wants to go
living by the hour I stop for every flower everything is
soft and slow
now all these tastes
improve through the view that comes with you
like they handed me my life
for the first time
it felt right
thank you
for making me see
there's a life in me
it was dying to get out
holding you
we make two spoons
beneath an April moon everything is
soft and sweet
this cigarette it
could seduce a nation with its
smoke crawling down
my tired throat
scratches part of me that's
purring softly stirring
I'm a captain of industry
smoking famously
feet up
on the windowsill
look at all these trees I
feel affinity with
everything so soft and still
budding at my fingertips
touching you I start
to bloom
alive with trains and passing ships
soft and sweet
along your lips now
I go "oh wow"
thank you
for taking me from
my monastery
I was dying to get out
with tears of gratitude I like my latitude
cross town train to you
now all these tastes
improve through the view that comes with you
like they handed me my life
for the first time it felt
worth it
like I deserved it