02-19-2011, 10:51 AM
Sensibility
I wait for morning to wake you is
and ruffle your golden flecks falling like dust on the floor when dancing me into a stupor,
and those occasions and those fleeting moments and those lucky days
relight my ashtray heart.
I'm waking you only to kiss those lips of cupid's-bow genes
and my body is drenched and I'm rekindled and I shiver like the final flame.
I am no longer a wet, finished match.
Let's not watch the clock, let's waste the day away.
Everything withered the tree into the ground
so you could replant my seed.
Bathing me with your blue-eyed watering can, basking me in your sun-mood glory
and there's not a second of doubt and there's karma for goodness and there's minutes I forget who I was.
And this may fall to deaf ears and I may fear and we may sail on the storm;
but this feeling is so rare to come by
I'm quivering when you wake, hoping you won't see how blessed I was,
how blessed I am.
I wait for morning to wake you is
and ruffle your golden flecks falling like dust on the floor when dancing me into a stupor,
and those occasions and those fleeting moments and those lucky days
relight my ashtray heart.
I'm waking you only to kiss those lips of cupid's-bow genes
and my body is drenched and I'm rekindled and I shiver like the final flame.
I am no longer a wet, finished match.
Let's not watch the clock, let's waste the day away.
Everything withered the tree into the ground
so you could replant my seed.
Bathing me with your blue-eyed watering can, basking me in your sun-mood glory
and there's not a second of doubt and there's karma for goodness and there's minutes I forget who I was.
And this may fall to deaf ears and I may fear and we may sail on the storm;
but this feeling is so rare to come by
I'm quivering when you wake, hoping you won't see how blessed I was,
how blessed I am.