But looking at you I wonder if that’s true :: songs and poetry

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Breathing wind 
(by me)

May I take a sweet sojurn in the curve of your arm,
lie there,
languid, careless,
staring into your eyes?

I would like to waste the hours away taking in the scent of your hair,
falling over the pillow,
next to me.

You know,
I dream of you,
walking towards me,
smiling,
your lips parting to whisper that I need not wait any longer,
showing me all the next steps and byways,
directions,
for this kind of bliss.

My visage of another day,
without you,
I just go through the motions,
half-empty,
paused.

No one really seems to notice,
nor care.

I think they could efface all that I am,
re-create my spot,
live without.

Or maybe that is just my wish,
what I could do.

And in this,
my sorry try at poetry,
my declaration of confusion,
and love,
and wanting;
can you read between the blurry lines?
Find what I really mean to say?

This is newborn,
untouched,
pure.

But, so many things could crash between the ways,
and the means.

Sometimes I think I want to just keep it as is,
not diminish,
turn on the transistor and dance.

I know you are rare,
though I do not believe in the “existence of angels“,
as the song suggests (though, yes, I believe in love).

I know you are not as far as you seem,
and that this could be all I choose to breathe,
again.

Again.

Again.

And, again.

Into My Arms :: Nick Cave

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