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I’m gonna always love you
I’m gonna always be your friend
I’m gonna think ‘bout the times we kissed
In the pond or the tree or the willow mist
I’m gonna always love you…
You’re gonna always haunt me
You’re gonna always haunt my heart
When we slept on the sand, when we tied our hands
When we saw only five minutes of that band
You’re gonna always haunt me…
I wanna always kiss you
I wanna always kiss your lips
Wanna kiss your lips and cry on your hips
And eat all your words with their bones and their pips
I wanna always kiss you…
I wanna always heal you
I wanna always care for you
Wanna kiss all the hurt out of your toe’s stubs
Make hot tea for you in the Holly shrubs
I wanna always pray for you…
I’m gonna always love you
I’m gonna always be your friend
Gonna think ‘bout the time we made love in the morn’
In the crows nest list’ning to sun be born
I’m gonna always love you…
You’re gonna always haunt me
You’re gonna always haunt my heart
When we screamed and swore and fell on the floor
And played those games where we’d talk no more
They’re gonna always haunt me…
I wanna always kiss you
I wanna always kiss your head
Wanna kiss your head ‘til it turns all red
Kiss away all the thoughts about the words I said,
I wanna always kiss you…
I wanna always heal you
I wanna always care for you
Wanna give you cakes for your belly aches
And give you cocoa from the little boy by the lake
I wanna always heal you…
I’m gonna always love you
I’m gonna always be your friend
I’m gonna think ‘bout the times we kissed
In the pond or the tree or the willow mist
I’m gonna always love you…
(Repeat)
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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.
The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out the paquerettes.
Don’t see the speech I say with sneer
As something to be had with beer
Don’t bucker bricks of buttered bleers
And sift strunk talk through quandarous weirs.
The clothes and shelter of your mouth
Has cleaned my frame as cold as south
For queeks are quay, oh when you quoth
And yokel twirls are yaws of youth.
Clearings clean, as cream is crisp
With cluffs of clementine in risp
The grout of your cuts, freed of lisps
Your watch turns wandering whelks to whisps.
Sweet as sneezes from a lamb
As cozy as a Christmas ham
To jaunt with you with bread and jam
Is all I am, is all I am…
A blanket for the rawest nerve
A babe beyond the laws of earth
A smile sways the swooping surf
And gifts sweet goods of grinning girths.
Your hair? An electric guitar!
With sprinkles of suburban stars
Might smell of smelting lemon bars
Each strand a sacred seminar.
That hark the realms of Everfar!
And halt the helms of Neverare!
That licks the lich that leavens scars!
Screams “Non septimo, sempris quar!”
I believe you’re Good, I mean you’re blessed
With holy elks that guard your breast
Whose rumps remain on royal chests
And watch for wendigos out West.
A soul of Greyhound bus views darkly
Hushed in cornfields crumps so starkly
With windmills waning wicks so barky
Olive Garden oligarchies.
Clearings clean, as cream is crisp
With cluffs of clementine in risp
The grout of your cuts, freed of lisps
Your watch turns wandering whelks to whisps.
Sweet as sneezes from a lamb
As cozy as a Christmas ham
To jaunt and jibe with you with bread and jam,
Is all I am, is all I am.
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It’s rare you meet a mortal
Whose body is a riddle
Whose body is riddled with moonlight shrines
Whose Heaven is her
Whose God is the thought of herself
Whose eyes are tiles in Turkish bath houses
Whose hair is a house abandoned with the ghosts of children
Whose walk would make a cat ride turtleback
Who is both shy as a baby fox in a tree
Yet as confident as a wolf under the naked moon
To watch you…
To watch you bathe your feet in the dew-dropped grass
To smell the morning air that mothers the train horn of you waking up
I don’t know
But I want you.
My heart floats down the creek in the cemetery
Alongside the pear trees
Glass stepping-stones
Two-stepping wind chimes
The silence hangs on the beach-white trellises.
I am able to think quicker because I have you near me
Like the ancients with their Gods
And your God is the thought of yourself
And your Heaven is you
I belong to you.
I trace my hands down your body
Navigate your mouth with my tongue
And beat with your heart.
That’s why my palms are so smoothed
My mouth is so free
And my love is so submissive.
Oh, how I’d show you your eyes
Your bloodshot eyes your pupils
Your eye blinks turn the pages and keep me reading the story.
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You constantly amaze me
And I want to walk up the steps of your palm
Into your cabin tips
I could watch the sun set in your eyes
In a room without doors or windows
You’re like a bedtime story told in a field to mice.
Every reaction you create becomes a dream in a billygoat’s mind
I want to holler on the cliff with you
In a sunset tree with you
While the fireflies bathe in our sweat with pine
Every stare you give me is popping with deer licks
Cat stretches wolf wounds and butterfly heart beats
You come to me like the smell of breakfast in the morning
Whenever I make you smile
I feel like a hairless dog in a hot spring
Being scrubbed with fresh sugar cane
My brain is a mall for the shopper cells
To buy beautiful gifts for the
Christmastime of You
My brain cells are ice cream balls
Rolling through a lime tart pinball machine
Where every time they hit popsicles
They fall apart into wished-upon stars
Baby ducks
Muffins in May
And Mary Magdalene’s eyes
All because of your windowsill butter words.
You are something to be thought of while on a mountain in the middle of nowhere
While eating a hot sandwich
Or seeing children on Michigan sand bars.
To hold your hand would be to wander into a peanut shell on a forest floor
You are a sad thought’s worst nightmare
Your laugh is a trip past Kentucky
Your hair is hot rain falling on the prairie
Your mind is a bowl of mixed grains
And I could watch you wake up like a child watches cookies baking in the oven
I could watch you eat like I really, truly love you.
This, I’ve just discovered.
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Before times were hard, they were simple.
The dew bloomed in your 6AM eyes
Your heart was a candle sat on a cottage table kitchen
But hearts aren’t meant to be kept inside cottages
Or barnside silos
The wax dripped down onto your bare feet
The strain on your foot from our forever hug creating sweat
Wherein the little koi fish candle-droplets could swim
The light has gone out from the last house on the block
The funeral-home orange turns jet-black as nails of lost loves
Now I sit in this armchair bleeding tiny death certificates
For our memories,
Fluffing the paint roller as sage grouse do with their plumage
Whilst courting mates
Putting our laughs in the fireplace as they wriggle away,
Hiding themselves behind the white curtains as beetles.
I am now standing at the top of a lighthouse that begs for you
I have made a chain of enveloped letters across the lake
So you can sigh your way back to me, one by one
And rest your sea-scroll bones of yesterdays
In the sand that has your eye crust somewhere in it
And let the baby blue crabs crawl raw temptation back in your toes
For I see you on the sandbar with your grave-keeper’s lamp
Watching me like if they made a balloon of
The moment a boy saw his first pet die.
I once laid pellets on the carpeted staircase for my hamster
One by one she’d crawl up the carpet and take them
Moving on to the next, and then the next…
I thought I was making her happy
Giving her exercise, giving her food
But she exploded when I put her back into her cage.
Nine months and she was dead, gone.
It was simple.
The light has gone out from the last house on the block
The funeral-home orange turns jet-black as nails of lost loves
Now I sit in this armchair bleeding tiny death certificates
For our memories.
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