Tuesday, September 27, 2005
A Decade Back or Two
Don’t look at me like I should have
something better to say. All I can do
is remind you that
you mean everything to me. Don’t
look away. Don’t bet I can do without
you. I’d loose.
I cannot hold your guitar, your beautiful
blue guitar, like sundown
in the Midwest. You talk directly. You
make plain and simple important.
That’s how I feel.
Like Ezra you cut to the bone, but not
to be cruel. You’ll be a star. They’ll call
you Lips, the way
you kiss each word into a song. Lips.
My heart beats that much faster—a
flush of lust and loss.
something better to say. All I can do
is remind you that
you mean everything to me. Don’t
look away. Don’t bet I can do without
you. I’d loose.
I cannot hold your guitar, your beautiful
blue guitar, like sundown
in the Midwest. You talk directly. You
make plain and simple important.
That’s how I feel.
Like Ezra you cut to the bone, but not
to be cruel. You’ll be a star. They’ll call
you Lips, the way
you kiss each word into a song. Lips.
My heart beats that much faster—a
flush of lust and loss.
# posted by Lar @ 8:17 PM 
