I make my hips oceans,
and teach my heart. 4/4
time is the key to the
dance you seem to like.
Dancing with any one
can be quite nice.
Disappointment I know,
but excitement is new
hopes rise, high tide,
then sleep in my stomach.
A pearl on the lining.
Honey, thank you.
And I can tell they like me
By the distance they keep.
Dance all night, why don't we?
Feel tongue tied feet slowing.
Feel.
Now glad to sleep.
These are actually very disjointed, I could pretend it was my intent, but it really wasn't.
April 11: Now I really like this collection, go figure.
and teach my heart. 4/4
time is the key to the
dance you seem to like.
Dancing with any one
can be quite nice.
Disappointment I know,
but excitement is new
hopes rise, high tide,
then sleep in my stomach.
A pearl on the lining.
Honey, thank you.
And I can tell they like me
By the distance they keep.
Dance all night, why don't we?
Feel tongue tied feet slowing.
Feel.
Now glad to sleep.
These are actually very disjointed, I could pretend it was my intent, but it really wasn't.
April 11: Now I really like this collection, go figure.
Picture yourself at a wedding
ReplyDeleteNot wanting to dance
And there is no silver lining
My body won't rhyme
And I didn't even dance so there.
Nothing rhymes.
I pretend smooth seas
better than moon pulling
the waves, up and down.
Because it leaves an oyster
on my stomach, my hands
Like clams.
These are explanations.
So you might feel inclined
to write, not in the dark
Completely.
You should picture yourself in a boat on a river. With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
ReplyDeleteP.S: Reminiscent of "Julia" by John Lennon. (Ocean child, seashell eyes, morning moon.)
ReplyDeleteI've been listening to that one a lot lately. Actually, that sounds like a fun way to write.
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