30.12.09

song and dance

written a while ago, copy-and-pasted to the blog to add some poetry to this old thing.

The sweetest sort of pain is waiting on my lips
An angular refrain of tightly-woven hips,
A song and dance, a song and dance.
I think we might belong here.

An echo of your words floats like a friendly ghost.
He's telling me you've heard my whispers and you know
The song and dance, the song and dance.
I think we might belong here.

I have found a confidant for secrets I can't tell.
I have found a ringer when I wanted a new bell.
It comes and goes, it comes and goes,
You tell me I belong here.

These empty rooms are naked, but I am not consumed
By what is left unshaken. The stark and pretty tune -
Our song and dance, our song and dance.
I know that I belong here.

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