Wednesday, August 31, 2011

You write a thousand brilliant
violent words and
your pretty fierce destruction
makes a thousand little movements
around your face
and every lovely frustration
and little pleasant pains
in these words your lyrics
in your little place.

(Those delicate chimes we call your voice
make all the world seem base beside
the way such gentle deep lashings
can break.)

be careful rabid heartsick
power fuelled and
un-alone one who spits out
the words that make me want to bring
you home and I
wish I could be the one
to find your secret places
as I bring you into mine
until I break.

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