less than existing
more than evolution
a love born
to a friendship buried
goodnight angel
that lies so scared
and so naked in my arms
so naked in my mouth
and so
so heavenly far away.
behind this closed door of my heart is a photo of you
the frame is our history and our history just a frame around the door of my heart
that will capture my whole body
that could never leave this body
that will leave my soul without a frame from which a door could be closed
to never let you out
to never let you go
and forever in my heart is a frame around a photo of you
two nations play kiss chasy
and their people fall not in love
but into war
the little native girl
upon whose porch i sit
emerges from the forest and through the barn
cupped in her hands
a dead viceroy
folded so gently in two
how you have made me laugh
one hundred miles away
with nothing more than a message of your words
and mere handful of five dollar bills
and so this is how the summer will end
she will leave
he will take to work
she will break down
and an other already broken, will break so hard
and shatter us all
the separation of the continents
just like the beginning of the world
just like the end of summer
the lighter times that i have been holding dear
have been moments most recently spent in your eyes
And if all goes awry as this life just may
i will work washing floors
for the honesty of your love
i have a life that permits me these pleasures
and a face that permits me your eyes
to develop these feelings that may allow my heart to persist
to permit me what may become
love
with or without your permission
the bright evening of a saturday night
and the dark sunrise of a sunday morning
zebrasindenver 