Our Bodies of Music
some nights, i'm fighting sound
the rhythm of lights
flickering behind those eyes
like flashing highbeams
on a lonely, open road
(Eve6 plays in the background)
you drift with oceans
forever reminding me
of crossing seas and
weathering storms
to lay next to you
(playlist shuffles to And It Stoned Me)
ah, yes, here we have
the space in between
dreams and yesterday
where sorrow goes to linger
while fingers find fountation
in everything lost and gained
within this bare breasted breath
(Stones swoon You Can’t Always Get What You Want)
lying, next to You
When Death Knocks
When Death knocks on your door, you let him in while he´s asking politely. You offer him a seat in your finest chair and ask if he would like a cup of black coffee. When he agrees, you hand him the freshly cleaned mug and take a seat in the chair across from him, being careful not to make too much noise. You ask ¨Why the sudden visit?¨ and he quietly places his cup onto the wooden table with his eyes purposefully lowered until the last second. Inhaling a deep breath, he interlocks his fingers as his sorrowful eyes stare deep into yours as if questioning whether to answer truthfully or not.
And then he lies, ¨I just wanted to see you.¨
