You bait your hook with now
and I swallow tomorrow
won’t find me dry boned in gone.
Morning’s (The Revelator).
I’m drowning in blue eyes,
and you’re peeling promises
from the tip of my tongue.
Nothing matters until it does.
We’re dreaming with fingertips
forgetting once burned is twice scarred.
Moonlight’s (The Beguiler.)
but
Morning’s (The Revelator.)
©Susie Clevenger 2015
©Susie Clevenger 2015
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Comments
That Gillian Welch song is edgy too, I've always liked it. It SOUNDS like an edge. That whole record is fantatstic, stands on its own as a solid thing I can listen to over and over (and certainly have).
Your poem gave me some very enjoyable shivers. :)
"I’m drowning in blue eyes,
and you’re peeling promises
from the tip of my tongue.
Nothing matters until it does."
Love the (perfecty apt) video, too.