and stiff stalactites fell from the roofs of caves
all over our words
cutting up the dawn of revelation
lying still on the bottom of our love
You were broken by punctuation
stopping short of what you thought you wanted to say
all over my heart
emptying out a lonely secret
sitting silent in our throats
without motion
there is no cause t o stop
we would portion our kisses into units
one kiss is one moment
and so on and so on like that
until they add up to a number greater than the value
of time
a kiss for a daydream
a kiss for a lie
a kiss for a coin in the swear jar
remember when we rode the world?
and held on tight and didnt stop for nothin and nobody?
aint nobody going to do that like that darlin.
For fifty kisses Ill give you fifty moments
and i wont promise that they will all be precious
but the trade off is sweet
I drift through the night
with a shamless sense of despair
that clocks will stop
and time will forget
i would travel across galaxies
and move glaciers
to know your heart
and to have you know mine
I would break my favourite china
and fight a bull in a ring
if my victory meant
that you could hold me
for fifty kisses Ill give you fifty moments
and I cant promise that all of them will be good
our sentences fall deep under streetlights
and sit silent
at the bottom of our love
3 comments:
yes
"with a shamless sense of despair"
If your words are meant for a pedant ... let it be known ...
Silver is words and silence is golden but maybe not in the case. Hopefully resolution is found either with words or in silence.
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