While the storm-front thought of your eyes is approaching
I have ice water in my veins
giving me migraines
But it is how they might pepper my disposition
that is fueling this motivation to wade through these layers of pain
desperately seeking that nanosecond of promised relief
In the hushed lavender moan of your arms
I have become a muted movie
unspooled into a lake of frozen epidermis
Come rotate your hands onto me
making me one with this discomfort
I want to sip your spine as serum
for this headache that loves to go abroad
-inflicting its sickness throughout the world of flesh on bone
To mingle precognition with the heavy metallic
pressures of knowing when it is time to
learn a new lesson at the foot of momentary brilliance
Before you rage on my sacred parchment
attempting to dab new sensations of hope into it
allow me that last solitary look
through the sodden pages of your
unfinished book
so that I might glimpse you as you were
before you offered me aid to absolution
where the receding of red feels like a busted hallelujah
and moments are parted and spread anew
in a way that reflects your gentle core
enough to melt the icy remnants in my veins
leaving me glacial no more
Erik Lauritzen 2004
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I have ice water in my veins
giving me migraines
But it is how they might pepper my disposition
that is fueling this motivation to wade through these layers of pain
desperately seeking that nanosecond of promised relief
In the hushed lavender moan of your arms
I have become a muted movie
unspooled into a lake of frozen epidermis
Come rotate your hands onto me
making me one with this discomfort
I want to sip your spine as serum
for this headache that loves to go abroad
-inflicting its sickness throughout the world of flesh on bone
To mingle precognition with the heavy metallic
pressures of knowing when it is time to
learn a new lesson at the foot of momentary brilliance
Before you rage on my sacred parchment
attempting to dab new sensations of hope into it
allow me that last solitary look
through the sodden pages of your
unfinished book
so that I might glimpse you as you were
before you offered me aid to absolution
where the receding of red feels like a busted hallelujah
and moments are parted and spread anew
in a way that reflects your gentle core
enough to melt the icy remnants in my veins
leaving me glacial no more
Erik Lauritzen 2004
Check out my new book The World As I Would Paint It...Click Here...
www.lulu.com/ErikLauritzen
I hereby amend
Whatever I've ever said
With this sigh
~Ani DiFranco 2004
Whatever I've ever said
With this sigh
~Ani DiFranco 2004
