1. |
The Curtain We Left Open
04:23
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I am pictured
As the same morning yellow
As the curtain we left open
On the first floor;
Another avenue to evil.
Legalities left
And hands over mouths only muffle
Insatiable sounds to the outside.
His hip bone bruising inside of my thigh.
A quick study:
It's clear
I've a better ability than I thought
For pushing difficulties off
And enjoying
The generous good
Provided by lovers,
Healing and adding
To my lack of discovery
In how to be alone.
The train intruding
More than usual,
Clouded purity starting to rain
Always having lain
On blue skies before
Every motive was:
What will be gained from this?
The pull of him struck
Something sharp on the page.
I reciprocated the elevation.
Aberrating myself,
I held to his petite frame,
Scratching skin.
Interfere with airflow.
Hard breathing when you're swollen.
Removing clothings too easy
And I kiss the hidden lips
Beneath your hair falling freely.
Baby steps until the edge off
The back of my tongue.
We've found our darkness
In the one blown gold by the wind.
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2. |
River Body
03:52
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Saturday silly drowning the hotel
I didn’t think that you’d have anything
To say for it
Many thanks for the gin at the free well
Matching occasion
But you fell into the bottle
By the way
I can tell you accommodate
Me in my River Body
Listening
Through the shallow
I can feel the sand beneath me
Orbiting
No one sees but the rain
If we hold hands
You give the benefit of doubt
We’re getting older
Want to lean over lanes
But I’ve chosen
The misted green already tired of withholding
Guess I should head back home
Atop the rock
My room alone among the ocean
Salt water seeps through the floorboards
Your hair all curled,
Your nose flush from being wind blown
Nothing here but my bed in the center
You should come join me
It’s the only elevation
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3. |
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I never met someone like you before,
The first one I had ever seen.
You’re always talking but hardly a bore.
Know not to ask too much of me.
Now you’re blind
And I see.
You gave me your two hands for stepping with,
Slightly off balance towards the bridge.
Our bodies breached their boundaries way too fast.
You never ask for much, you give.
How I’ve tried
To forgive myself.
I'm still
Yours, you know.
You surely showed me opportunity,
Posed a congruence between strangers
Whose bodies have always loved each other,
Restlessly.
What I've coerced is great.
The worst was when you were held,
Watery to the touch,
So I held harder
Until I saw you evaporate.
The summer’s dangling
By a thread
Of an edged participant.
Yet,
I haven't ruined things,
Yet.
It might not be fair,
But we all prefer
The shared inadequacy.
I'm more yours
Than I am anyone else's,
Always laying back down
After we’ve rinsed off.
Freedom is good for me.
It avoids conversations.
I can't risk being asked
To leave home.
He picks up the bottle
And I feel a release,
Relief in the soon to be numbed,
Gratuity for the reliable distraction.
The uniform fit too tightly;
I run on rebellion,
I had to paint over the masterpiece,
If that's what it was.
It's nice to have my hand held
By the few I allow
But it's a few too many,
Isn't it?
Thinking of narrowing again;
Coming home to home
But the lemon peel floats in the gin
And I float in the men
And the occasional women.
My guilt is intellectual anyway.
I can replenish myself
In September
But come May
I don't know.
When the book molds
And the wood dries
And the strings tire
Of turning my fingers blue
I'll be old
And still
Yours, you know.
You say it’s always going to be like this,
Dancing on the marble steps.
I won’t let on to how much I love him,
You read it on my brain instead.
You stayed ‘till morning
And I forget
When you did leave my bed.
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4. |
Banshee Baby
03:46
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Innocent being
As long as you are
Not hurting others
Or yourself
Longing
Is my natural state
To the space
I’ve been holding
Myself back from
Myself from hold
Of the overgrown
Everyday there is news to read
There is fire
Followed by water
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5. |
Falcon/Tang
07:52
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Open,
Before them
I was open
Reformed when
The glass cage
Became flame-bent
I sent the good away
The falcon
The good away
The falcon
Fell like rain
He felt like rain
Another day
In my bed
Another day
The staples angled
Up to my head in pages
You press yours
To the back
Of what must be drained
I hope you mean it
When you say
I am worth
The torture, I am
Because now
I have the restraint
He fell like rain
A quick decent
The bed unmade
Let’s just be friends
Let’s just be friends
Let’s just be friends
Let’s just be
Melted heads
Let’s melt our heads
Into one being
Into one being
…
Tang is
Staring out
The window
Images
Seen through
Metal
Oh, she saunters towards the flame
Singe her little whisker, oh
Tang
Stares again
Tang
Made my day
Made my day
Made my day
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