We look up, silently Without quite music My face four days old You look newborn Theres fear in your frown, like mine No distance away Noticing your hand Half round my head And on my face Protecting me, protecting me Afraid of your frown, dont change For me expressions A button undone The earth thats on my back And in my hair Portraying me, portraying me Youre so clean, untouched Like me experience possessed She breathes so tence Flexes her hand Dont relax Projecting me, projecting me.....
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 23:59:29 +0000