I was struck.
I was stuck.
I was washed out,
And pushing my luck.
When you kicked out
My window,
And demanded I take
All your love…
I remember the playful tilt of your head
When we’d go down the hallway
To crawl into bed,
And you’d say that you just want to…
Touch.
I remember the sound of your voice…
As was never so sacred a noise…
The song that you sang
Came to me
On my channel of choice…
You had the rhythm
And frequency…
You had the shape
And the symmetry…
And I don’t mean your body,
No, nobody
Could know how this feels…
(But since you mention it)
Just how did you manage to
Make me lose track
Of my heart and my head,
By the bend of your legs,
When you wrapped me
And trapped me for days…
In your easy embrace?
If there’s one thing
I’ve learned since
And taken in earnest,
If you want to be happy,
You’ve got to have courage,
To pull your dreams on up
And out.
From the sleepy surface.
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