Horse Shit, Stilettos, and Rosin
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the moon sits in a darkened skylost in the distanc...
I keep the gate to this secret garden lockedbut I ...
I am learning to hear what sits in the silencefrom...
all I want to do is just let the world fall awayfr...
I stared at the face of the moon but it was not th...
baby let's just drive like the night we hugged red...
I am just a woman of borrowed flesh and bone and b...
the season that comes hard on the heels of todaysh...
somewhere under the blue somewhere deep and trueto...
you are the face to the whispers from in my dreams...
whaddya say baby do you wanna get out of hereand f...
if you ever need me when you cannot say you doin t...
these wings are uncured parchmentnot yet hardened...
how does the moon taste to the tongueis it the way...
soft soft softer now if I could have a voicelike a...
like the pages of a long forgotten book the wings ...
I'll let go to float awaysomewhere on clandestine ...
if I could be as the sun I would send my lightto w...
this is not waiting it is awakingand choosingto pi...
how distant is too distant how close is too closeh...
I have lacked imagination where it has been vitalt...
sometimes I see you a kite with no stringfloating ...
dreams are born in the place betweenthe centre of ...
as the subterranean stonethat holds the warmth of ...
we come into this world meant to manifest our hear...
I lied when I said I could be anythingbut a dragon...
voices run through the shadowslike children who h...
I wish the dream did not have to share mewith this...
let me hold you like breaththe breeze that belongs...
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Friday, October 9, 2015
as the subterranean
for all I wish
that I could be
and the giver
of the memory
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