Sunday, October 14, 2007

I'm guided by signal in the heavens/ I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin/ I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons

Your eyes are just like black spiders
Your hair and dress in ribbons. Babycakes
In despair or incoherent. Nothing in between
China white my bride tonight
Smiling on the tiles

Bring that minute back
We never get as close as when the sunward flight begins

I share it all with you
Powder blue
Stumble through the crowds together
They're trying to ignore us. That's o.k.
I'm proud to be the one you hold when the shakes begin

Sallow skinned, starry eyed, blessed
In our sin.


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