Tremendous love, resides inside
As an aria
Weightless and burdensome
How is it that such fullness
This nothing less than aching
Arrives and leaves me
Walking
Feeling
As a ghost on Sunday
An otherwise fine, fine day
And there are no ears to touch?
If the Earth did turn, that the Sun seemed to rise this morn’
To turn the mourning to a songSomething so delicious, I’d coach you if you asked
When you lay it all down at the end of a Day
Aching in your body but not in your heart
Then the special way to sleep, a position most perfect
To taste what I’m talking, all I can offer you is practice
He almost asked me out I know
But the law got in the way
I gave him my sky, I preyed him, go
Tell what the stars have to say
Each night I’ve dreams I wish to share
But time’s gotten in the way
It’s midnight, and no one wants to care
A woman’s prophesied play
I’m watching out for his soft heart
But my ache, it wants its way
It’s likely I’ll only know such art
From afar, my eyes kept at bay
Tenderly
Please
Tenderly
Let your sainthood cover me
I am not
Myself
Today
My knees need your soft survey
This night
Now
Lightest touch
Small ease shan’t require much
Please
Know what I don’t know to ask
Hear my whisper in your sleep
Awaken
Take my Hallows’ Eve hair into your hands
Pledge to me
Light a candle
Taste of orange
Ward-back this oddest of aches
Please
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