Yes even our words yearn to touch each other
In the story, in the song, in the lament
I will undress here on this page again
It seems to be a compulsion of mine
Clumsy and artless as it may be
I will tell you the truth and hope you don’t turn away
As I sift the green pages for your gold
Because what else do we have to give in this life,
Other than our stories and our love?
— DanielSouthGate
In the story, in the song, in the lament
I will undress here on this page again
It seems to be a compulsion of mine
Clumsy and artless as it may be
I will tell you the truth and hope you don’t turn away
As I sift the green pages for your gold
Because what else do we have to give in this life,
Other than our stories and our love?
— DanielSouthGate
whew and whee!
ReplyDeleteEloquent and somehow beckoning.
ReplyDeleteOh, wow. Thank you for this! (Macoff)
ReplyDeletelovely, Daniel - so well said
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