My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder :: songs and poetry

playground love by pixelbeat

Dewella
(by me)

I bet you taste like strawberry lip gloss,
sweet and sticky,
humidity rising beneath your sun-kissed skin,
blushed bright and shining,
with a speck of Winter grey,
hiding in the back of your throat,
the back of your mind,
Jane,
the peculiar soul twin of a girl with a hidden map,
behind her eyes.

Two left feet,
timid and tongue-tied,
you would guess I talk in circles to keep in time,
to keep in line.
I would sit back and let you capture these thoughts,
if I knew how to streamline them,
reign them in,
tie them up in a chocolate sundae surprise,
wax lyrical about the bend of your toes,
the peach colored shadows that travel and outline,
the room beyond.

Perhaps it would be about something larger,
our own little state of the union,
etched into our skin,
under a blue frayed sheet,
the window propped open by an overdue library book,
pages earmarked,
torn,
wet from the bath,
you know I am even clumsy with other people’s words,
don’t you?

Yes,
I guess you still know how I feel,
all my coffee covered wisdom tooth nonsense,
a parade of distractions,
elephants and daisy chain poems,
written on the back of my cigarette pack,
thrown away before I could give it to you,
a kiss on your shoulder,
meant to fall down lower,
deeper still.

These seconds are remarkable,
whispers and breaths,
green and yellow,
blue,
two palm trees and a neon sign,
a different utterance,
a new life,
line,
listless wonder and awe,
you can see it if you squint,
stand on one foot,
hold your words in,
there is a window in the back,
two pillows,
and a stereo,
you could read the pages then,
and lie back.

I just want to see if you can read my lips,
this time,
and feel how they land.

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over (live) :: Jeff Buckley

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