I laid you down there wanting
Next to the shorelines using your finger
To geometrically, and alphabetically, recreate
The feelings that you let brew until you're ready

Until we are ready to dine and breathe in that familiar time
To let our songs escape through barely open and chapped lips

The sand is so abrasive and itÂ’s ruined our clothes
More reasons to make love when the tide is low again
And that chill has left our bones idle

We walked all over the earth, in one straight line
In a matter of minutes, in only several fleeting moments

We held on and cursed the clock
Twisted that iron hand with our bear hands and let it bleed out

For there is never an end to these beginnings
But the ends to where we can begin again feel
Never-ending.

03/02/2008

Posted on 03/02/2008
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