I saw your face
In a mongrel constellation
Moon, star, plane
And patience
Your countenance
Was tattooed on the bed sheet
With one Velcro hair
The loneliest marquee
And you were here
To make everything glitter
Until you left
So I would yet remember
Like there's still sparks
In my blood from when I met you
And honey on
My tongue from when I kissed you
Like there's still sparks
In my blood when I undress you
And honey on
My hand when I caress you
Now I am a child
What a silly thing to be
Obsessed over little things
And always blundering
And you are a child
And what a lovely thing to be
Your curious little feet
Are always traveling
And here, and there, and yet, and again
And
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I saw your face
In a mongrel constellation
Moon, star, plane
And patience
Your countenance
Was tattooed on the bed sheet
With one Velcro hair
The loneliest marquee
And you were here
To make everything glitter
Until you left
So I would yet remember
Like there's still sparks
In my blood from when I met you
And honey on
My tongue from when I kissed you
Like there's still sparks
In my blood when I undress you
And honey on
My hand when I caress you
Now I am a child
What a silly thing to be
Obsessed over little things
And always blundering
And you are a child
And what a lovely thing to be
Your curious little feet
Are always traveling
And here, and there, and yet, and again
And
In a mongrel constellation
Moon, star, plane
And patience
Your countenance
Was tattooed on the bed sheet
With one Velcro hair
The loneliest marquee
And you were here
To make everything glitter
Until you left
So I would yet remember
Like there's still sparks
In my blood from when I met you
And honey on
My tongue from when I kissed you
Like there's still sparks
In my blood when I undress you
And honey on
My hand when I caress you
Now I am a child
What a silly thing to be
Obsessed over little things
And always blundering
And you are a child
And what a lovely thing to be
Your curious little feet
Are always traveling
And here, and there, and yet, and again
And
Writer: Joseph Landau
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