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Turpentine pt. I: The Shrinking Road
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Extended Poetry Every turpentine kiss, and every shy away way
Can always sum up to a spectacle
If that spectacle is us
For joy, bring on every single sleeping day
We curled up together, so cozy and warm
We scratch-n-sniffed a love for both of us
A comfort in our company
For the company we keep is the company we mold
We were so deep, we were so bold
Sleeping in the doldrums,
Where nothing is an anything
A further thing, a bolder thing
In your smooth and vacant face
Your beating heart, beating so close to mine
Like the mouth of a bumblebee that never opens
Never shudders, never shivers
Never putters out of steam
To kiss to me, every little kiss I give
To such a willing hand
Oh, dirtying the sofa with our love
Our special sort of actions
Oh, so grand and cozy,
I locked around your fingers
Oh, so warm and shied away
Oh, beauty, oh, so splendor
Oh, so rare to kiss so late at night
So late in my early little season
As I whisper for tomorrow,
But I won’t see you ‘till the month rolls on
And over the hills again
Oh, sorrow of mine, there’s no decline
There’s no way to follow you
As you roll over the horizon’s endless hill
Not an ordinary speed bump
Menacing, to every dead-beat traveler
To every conquering sailor
Oh, graze another sea, my love
Not to travel far from me
Far from a bumble bee mouth
Our company so deep, so bold
I have grown so vacant in my sorrow
In my whispers to tomorrow’s empty promises
Tomorrow’s sneaky hidden curtains
Oh, what lies behind the curtains
Of the days after today?
The days after you’re gone
I will wait on, my promise true
For your tender little voice
For one reality in you and I
I will slumber awake
Slumber through the blunders
Spread before my discouraged boredom eyes
The cup under my eyes is shallow
As the shallowness is empty
While the cup of tears grows full
Space is scarce within the cup within my arms
As you would fill them up
So good, so grand, so rare
The moon shines hardly down the lane
To show me down this productive Nile river
This poor boy, serving a month in nowhere fast
In somewhere vaster
Than the stretching eye
Can stretch its poor old legs
Fireflies still flicker and buzz within our hearts
Flicker through the wintering month
Of midsummer on the loose
On the wing,
Oh, sweet morning, dawn away the cold
Dawn me to my love, oh, love of mine.
