it starts with conversation, deep discussion,
moves to tender questions, slow affection,
frightened wanderings of the hands and lips and tongue
I can't chase it away no matter how loud I play 88 ebony and ivory blisses
trying to drown the sound
it sings out operatic,
luring me farther into sky and cumulus and storm
I run from you
you stay with me
you run from me
I stick to you
we run from it
it pulls us
calls us on the phone at 2am and begs us to listen about how
genius begets genius until another genius is born
hatched from shell
embryo waiting to be bird and now you
manifested wing and claw and foot and beak
pecking sounds get louder in my head
until it cracks and light pours out like rays from
a bible sunset
one hole, two holes, three, four and starshine
illuminating everything just enough to tell eachother
that blue meanies, boogie men and corporate shills
are people too
and no one is hating us like we wanted them to
Still, we would willingly part their brains like
little red seas in the name of the
flippant, floating way significance is lost,
the way the hungry are fed
and then we would have the night to ourselves
book store dates and careful askings
nervous braiding of spanish hair in the plaza under the new moon
pictures in the mail and letters
steamy windows and sprite
and late for work
in the name of our plain souls soaring,
in the name of the lessons our art learned
glowing, playing, SEARing ears and hearts
like we've been liberated from thousands and thousands of years
of suffering by the sound of right and wrong shaking hands
in melodius chanting of ohms in dreams at day
laughing, drowning, ceaseless mastery of age and want
and lemon-sour bitterness
spilling beauty is easy, just cease to be anything but beautiful
love is endless, parading and full of blood
love is endless, tirading and full of
beats, sound and dope rhymes that find me ressurected just in time
to bury myself under your heart
it's cold in some places
it's cold in some spaces
all night foreplay tastes like root beer floats in summer
and fabulous mirror driven glory is ours now if we only let it
bubbles of faith slipping away from your face
I stared at your eyes and hair like angels would
if they missed you as much
and duende knew us and missed us like a long lost brother
and duende knew where we went at night and how we felt in the morning
and none of us knew that we would have to go through this
and none of us expected this
and none of us hiked up our skirts on purpose
we needed this
we needed eachother
I won't chase it away
relatings start with
conversation, deep discussion
tender questions, slow affection and
frightened wanderings of
sollace and healing.
moves to tender questions, slow affection,
frightened wanderings of the hands and lips and tongue
I can't chase it away no matter how loud I play 88 ebony and ivory blisses
trying to drown the sound
it sings out operatic,
luring me farther into sky and cumulus and storm
I run from you
you stay with me
you run from me
I stick to you
we run from it
it pulls us
calls us on the phone at 2am and begs us to listen about how
genius begets genius until another genius is born
hatched from shell
embryo waiting to be bird and now you
manifested wing and claw and foot and beak
pecking sounds get louder in my head
until it cracks and light pours out like rays from
a bible sunset
one hole, two holes, three, four and starshine
illuminating everything just enough to tell eachother
that blue meanies, boogie men and corporate shills
are people too
and no one is hating us like we wanted them to
Still, we would willingly part their brains like
little red seas in the name of the
flippant, floating way significance is lost,
the way the hungry are fed
and then we would have the night to ourselves
book store dates and careful askings
nervous braiding of spanish hair in the plaza under the new moon
pictures in the mail and letters
steamy windows and sprite
and late for work
in the name of our plain souls soaring,
in the name of the lessons our art learned
glowing, playing, SEARing ears and hearts
like we've been liberated from thousands and thousands of years
of suffering by the sound of right and wrong shaking hands
in melodius chanting of ohms in dreams at day
laughing, drowning, ceaseless mastery of age and want
and lemon-sour bitterness
spilling beauty is easy, just cease to be anything but beautiful
love is endless, parading and full of blood
love is endless, tirading and full of
beats, sound and dope rhymes that find me ressurected just in time
to bury myself under your heart
it's cold in some places
it's cold in some spaces
all night foreplay tastes like root beer floats in summer
and fabulous mirror driven glory is ours now if we only let it
bubbles of faith slipping away from your face
I stared at your eyes and hair like angels would
if they missed you as much
and duende knew us and missed us like a long lost brother
and duende knew where we went at night and how we felt in the morning
and none of us knew that we would have to go through this
and none of us expected this
and none of us hiked up our skirts on purpose
we needed this
we needed eachother
I won't chase it away
relatings start with
conversation, deep discussion
tender questions, slow affection and
frightened wanderings of
sollace and healing.