© by Perry Brass (b. 1947)

Lyric 4
Language: English 
I will keep you
in my pocket like the pulse
on my wrist.
One day

I will slit your lips with my fingers
letting escape a song,
and rub your hair to release
its vivid fragrance.

Then I will suck the wind
that blows through your lungs
and taste the air between us.


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Researcher for this text: Judith Cloud

This text was added to the website: 2012-03-10
Line count: 11
Word count: 53