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More Love Stuff
27 May 2009 16:54A time doesn't arrive on a train station hello from people you recognize. It's a cape that swishes in the darkness when you're trying to turn the page. The right needle to bring the song out of the valleys is flying through you twenty times a second, stitching moments in front of you and turning your past into a tail you use for balance.
The birds come in and the bees make a hive out of drooling moments for humans to put in greeting cards and hope for in mirrors. We are broadcasters. This is a time of great shouting. There is a silence at the center of this bowl that is growing smaller. We need to try to get out. We need to hang over the edge and listen.
A crinkling at the side of the eye and I'm yours. Promises go unregarded, unimportant, fleeting and paper-plain as a weather report for next year. This is the terrible hurricane, the love-swept shore of your bangs, the karate kicks of your eyelashes and the whip-snap of your laughter. When I'm not touching you, it feels like the circuit is broken. The hum of the fridge is silent. The summer breeze of the ceiling fan is absent. The surf in the background is no longer in the shell. Be it hips, lips or fingertips, that touch warms it up to audible and makes the reasons plain.
The times I'm around you are already so valuable. I'm a man that knows the face of loss. I know the bad decisions, the dreary sentence of days without end, the impending aimlessness of just another day on the fire. I know regret and I know boredom. If you decided to leave me tomorrow, I would not cry because it ended. I'd be thrilled it happened. I'm happy I lived this long for reasons I notice every single day but these days, a lot of them are connected to you.
The watch in the freezer stands in mid-dance beside the dice and vodka and the ice cream. You were wind chimes and I was a hibernating bear. You are a unicorn on the starship enterprise. I stand corrected, ready to say yes to yes. Let's hold hands and jump off the raft into spring. I am awakened. I feel like I have a say in my future.
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The birds come in and the bees make a hive out of drooling moments for humans to put in greeting cards and hope for in mirrors. We are broadcasters. This is a time of great shouting. There is a silence at the center of this bowl that is growing smaller. We need to try to get out. We need to hang over the edge and listen.
A crinkling at the side of the eye and I'm yours. Promises go unregarded, unimportant, fleeting and paper-plain as a weather report for next year. This is the terrible hurricane, the love-swept shore of your bangs, the karate kicks of your eyelashes and the whip-snap of your laughter. When I'm not touching you, it feels like the circuit is broken. The hum of the fridge is silent. The summer breeze of the ceiling fan is absent. The surf in the background is no longer in the shell. Be it hips, lips or fingertips, that touch warms it up to audible and makes the reasons plain.
The times I'm around you are already so valuable. I'm a man that knows the face of loss. I know the bad decisions, the dreary sentence of days without end, the impending aimlessness of just another day on the fire. I know regret and I know boredom. If you decided to leave me tomorrow, I would not cry because it ended. I'd be thrilled it happened. I'm happy I lived this long for reasons I notice every single day but these days, a lot of them are connected to you.
The watch in the freezer stands in mid-dance beside the dice and vodka and the ice cream. You were wind chimes and I was a hibernating bear. You are a unicorn on the starship enterprise. I stand corrected, ready to say yes to yes. Let's hold hands and jump off the raft into spring. I am awakened. I feel like I have a say in my future.
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