Jealous Of The Birds - Kosiskelu

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The moon
The silver plate, the silver plate
Is cracked, the crab’s back
Bleached with sun, the stacks of
Basalt pillars by the pier
You standing near
With all those Russian novels in your head
Fingernails freshly painted red, soft against the bend
I want
The smell of me, smell of me
To cling to your clothes
When you walk through
The city or sit in repose
Like sweet Sappho
Touch electric blue, I think of you
Carrying flowers through the cobbles of the zoo
To know you when you are
Alone as wren in winter (You are without, within)
See you dance upon the
Tiles of a Turkish temple (You are without, within)
To hear you laughing in the
Lounge at late night TV (You are without, within)
To wrap my arms around your
Waist at indie discos (You are without, within)
Oh, to be so blessed
Snow
Began to fall, first snowfall
Outside
The concert hall
The wind whipped your shawl, carried whispers
Siren calls and alcohol
Kiss by the walls
Of the empty street, never discreet
Warmed by whiskey neat, blue notes and offbeats
To know you when you are
Alone as wren in winter (You are without, within)
See you dance upon the
Tiles of a Turkish temple (You are without, within)
To hear you laughing in the
Lounge at late night TV (You are without, within)
To wrap my arms around your
Waist at indie discos (You are without, within)
Oh, to be so blessed