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The Hotelier

Goodness Pt. 1

 

Goodness Pt. 1


When the sun rested on olive shoulders,
And the wind kissed the back of your neck,
I would lay and absorb in the silence,
In your language I haven't learned yet.
In the tune of the national anthem,
Sing the words while the corrugate bursts,
While our burning desires crackling.
We exist in the unified verse.

When your eyes became focused on absence,
How the shadows were cast on the plane,
Under moonlight of middle November.
I was shifting to stay in the frame.
I would eat from the tops of your branches,
Spit it out, break a bough and descend.
I would dream of the ways we get cradled,
While this lullaby rings in my head.

When this began,
This was a thing,
That we could both share.
A bit of shade,
The goodness fades,
And we begin there.

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