1. HER EYES THE BURNING SONG

My body is the chilly air
Her hands the cloud eclipsed sun
Her eyes the burning song
My heart the dreaming memory
The simmer of her goodbye falls like snow
It singes like shuttering midnight leavelessness
Somehow your voice sounds cold like early morning dew
And I know you’ll be buried when winter comes
I wish I didn’t have to know


2. MESA

Detalles en el recuento, corriente sobre las paredes, la luz es efímera, hablamos de tratos y confianza y todavía nos ilusiona el lento atardecer. Son las 8 de la noche y ya te tienes que ir
Así cada día


3. IN HELPLESS GESTURE

Growing distant
I gesture towards the same path we held hands
Empty hand crying towards the ground
I want to lift
I want to lift
Please lift your absence off of my chest
Please lift my name to the top of your throat
Please hold my hand


4. COLD CHANNEL

In a furled memory you pronounce laughter
And you shimmer like blue moonlight
All our memories strewn over the same space motionless in time
Entwined yet never to hold eachother
There’s a desperate sound beating against the surface
They know they’re there
But can’t


5. UNTITLED TWO

Elusive snow
Glistening on a shimmering screen
Words hidden in fragments melt as they kiss the river
And it’s for their edges carved in my veins
That I know your name suspending over the back of my ear
Like fingers in desperate quivering love
Yet somehow as still as slowly rippling warm hands in winter water
How does a still image flutter so much
Your name is written everywhere


6. HOW I LEARNED TO SPEAK

Is it enough
The only interaction between me and distant lights
Is hoping somehow that they’re making eye contact
With me
I hope I am the night sky
I hope I am the glistening window
As big as the entire story
As much of your world as this whole room
Is it enough that you’re my whole world
Is it enough that I can’t stop staring at you
Is it enough that it hurts me so much
Is it enough that


7. LET ME BE EVERYTHING

The sound of a hurting voice pulsing against an impatient surface
A heart full of things that aren’t mine
In my dreams a bed that has never been laid in
It writes selfish words along its open hands
Open to give everything
My eyes have been wide open hoping to find a glimpse of you returning
Hurting voice and an impatient body
Impatient to be seen
Impatient to be held like the twirling leaves that dance their way to your feet
Motionless
Naked in autumn rain
I try to match the pitch of your skin
And that’s every sound of everything given
It’s all for you but it’s really for me
It’s all for me but it’s really for you


8. IF I COULD

Once again I see you in my dreams
Again and again I’m given the last moments I’ll ever see you
And never knowing they’re the end
You know id spend them in the perfect way
If I only knew
You know I would
You know I’d become every word I’ve ever said
As if no one’s listening
As if for the first time I discovered
Just how much
Do you know just how much?
Just how much