Come Hither.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Will it ever get better than tonight, tonight,
tonight, he's coming back home.
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands,
closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fistfull of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care."
It's only half past the point of no return,
the tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn,
the thunder before the lightning, the breath before the phrase.
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion,
the hourglass on the table, the walk before the run,
the breath before the kiss, and the fear before the flames.
Have you ever felt this way?
There you are, sitting in the garden.
Clutching my coffee, calling me, "Sugar,"
You called me, "Sugar,"
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