October 20, 2009

It’s Not So Absurd

Tell me why the autumn air
Tries to pin me down
Get in my bones
And make me
As cold as it

Doesn’t it know
That I’ve got a love
She burns deep from my marrow
You can’t stop that fire
Once it’s lit

Better learn quick
The way she warms me
Is a secret
That’s never been told
With spoken words

Her arms wrap me
Like they were made to do so
One made for another
Now when I think of it
It’s not so absurd

Itchy Fingers, Scratchy Words

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