|A Poem for Dean
||[May. 1st, 2007|10:57 pm]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
|||||Radiohead - No Surprises||]|
"Secret Selves Slowly Show"
Been on my mind
Your face was last in mine.
My heart in your arms,
Fill your criss-crossed palms.
I'm Father's snuggly suit and Mother's scorching coal -
Enslaved to no role.
I'll be anything, everything.
Watch me rise.
Let me kiss your nosetip, your instep,
Rest my temple against your knee, or
Cradle your head in creative depth.
Years of art have made you more observant than you were,
But sharp eye contact makes
You more transparent than you'd prefer.
I'll press your palm to my cheek
With closed eyes,
Kissing those fingers with a love to melt lies. <33333333