Collarbone

Desire hangs on for dear life
on the window sill of the collarbone
of the one I love
And a glimmering shimmer
of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm
from a well in her wrist

And the only thing that speaks the truth
is the eloquence of passing time
the spoken word is a jacket too tight.

There's a shimmering vision
by the window pane
a cellophane figure speaking in
tongues from above

Theres the curve of a stone
and the crest of a wave
here are the lips that cracked
and the sound that they made

And the only thing that speaks the truth
is the eloquence of passing time
the spoken word is a jacket too tight.

Desire hangs on for dear life
on the window sill of the collarbone
of the one I love.
The grass spills out and catches a flame
the trees stand up and scream there blissfullness.


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