I fumble in my cotton pockets,
For some spare-change memories
Something tiny and copper to hold onto
(is that what I am really looking for?)
While I try to convince myself that these lint-lined caverns
Don’t testify to the amount I falter when it’s this warm in here…
Surely, I haven’t been sewn into a carrier for this feeling.
And I have reached the bottom of what I hoped to be a woven release.
Time to face the Truths.
A ride streetside through a tree-lined avenue
And simultaneously two mouths drop open, and
Honesty and Politics meet together to finally discuss this race.
And look, neither one.
Won.
Call, I would ask you.
Run, I cannot hide.
Rush, It’s in your favor
Speak, I’ll be truth
White flags abound.
Reality and Persuasion go out for bite,
Sips of weak coffee over a few too many cigarettes,
Leaves my mouth dry from speech,
And perhaps, in a guilty moment,
A smile in excess.
Well, you told me to….
So you should too.
Deep down, my pocket procures a letter of love
Addressed:
To: Love,
From: Forever
Falling by the wayside, it’s been a long time coming
As the others topple to the floor.
But within minutes, Sometimes and Always
Became Unison, pocketed.
My cotton-free hands now warm, turn their fingertips around your own
And for the first time in a long time,
I am introduced to Comfort.
For some spare-change memories
Something tiny and copper to hold onto
(is that what I am really looking for?)
While I try to convince myself that these lint-lined caverns
Don’t testify to the amount I falter when it’s this warm in here…
Surely, I haven’t been sewn into a carrier for this feeling.
And I have reached the bottom of what I hoped to be a woven release.
Time to face the Truths.
A ride streetside through a tree-lined avenue
And simultaneously two mouths drop open, and
Honesty and Politics meet together to finally discuss this race.
And look, neither one.
Won.
Call, I would ask you.
Run, I cannot hide.
Rush, It’s in your favor
Speak, I’ll be truth
White flags abound.
Reality and Persuasion go out for bite,
Sips of weak coffee over a few too many cigarettes,
Leaves my mouth dry from speech,
And perhaps, in a guilty moment,
A smile in excess.
Well, you told me to….
So you should too.
Deep down, my pocket procures a letter of love
Addressed:
To: Love,
From: Forever
Falling by the wayside, it’s been a long time coming
As the others topple to the floor.
But within minutes, Sometimes and Always
Became Unison, pocketed.
My cotton-free hands now warm, turn their fingertips around your own
And for the first time in a long time,
I am introduced to Comfort.
