10-17-2014, 03:03 PM
Revised draft:
Talking to you is like tiptoeing around
a priceless collection of glass miniatures,
in my heavy work boots,
caked with dirt.
My words are like my hands,
calloused and clumsy,
sandpaper on a skinned peach.
Your hollow bird bones
Shatter against my caging arms,
frenzied for freedom.
If I could bathe in Holy water,
soak and be reborn soft,
you could lie in my love,
float like a cloud in a dream.
Draft 1:
Talking to you is like tiptoeing around
A priceless collection of glass miniatures
In my heavy work boots,
Caked with dirt.
My words are like my hands,
Calloused and clumsy.
Sandpaper on a skinned peach.
I embrace you and your hollow bird bones
Shatter against the cage of my arms,
Frenzied for freedom.
If I could bathe in holy water,
Soak and be reborn soft,
You could lie in my love,
Float like a cloud in a dream.
Talking to you is like tiptoeing around
a priceless collection of glass miniatures,
in my heavy work boots,
caked with dirt.
My words are like my hands,
calloused and clumsy,
sandpaper on a skinned peach.
Your hollow bird bones
Shatter against my caging arms,
frenzied for freedom.
If I could bathe in Holy water,
soak and be reborn soft,
you could lie in my love,
float like a cloud in a dream.
Draft 1:
Talking to you is like tiptoeing around
A priceless collection of glass miniatures
In my heavy work boots,
Caked with dirt.
My words are like my hands,
Calloused and clumsy.
Sandpaper on a skinned peach.
I embrace you and your hollow bird bones
Shatter against the cage of my arms,
Frenzied for freedom.
If I could bathe in holy water,
Soak and be reborn soft,
You could lie in my love,
Float like a cloud in a dream.