This first kiss
Is the juice of life.
Burn my tongue with glory
Or defeat
And I will love you.
I will love you
Until the last arrow is buried
Until the last blade laid down
Until the last barrow born
And we wayward marchers
Tear the stones from the roads
With our calloused heels:
Ever long is the journey
Into your bloodied arms
And I would walk this road
A thousand times
If it would pull you down with me
If we could lay side by side in the earth
If I could kiss the coins on your eyes
And hear you calling me home.
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Comments
"Until the last arrow is buried"
Something about this line really sticks with me.
Oct 30 2009
I cried. I freakin' cried. *sigh*
Mar 24 2009
I'm not sure if I should say "I'm sorry" or "You're welcome."
Jan 14 2010
Hey, ummm you should totally write my psych papers for me...lol. Come on!! Just use pretty words like you do. And I'm not good at that. Oh! you could analyze dreams for me. I'll give you a dollar...
Mar 24 2009
I don't write psych papers.
But I probably could do dream analysis.
And if you want to give me a dollar, there's that nifty donation widget in the right sidebar. *hint-hint*
Jan 14 2010
I would love to donate to you and when I get paid I shall do so...
But I think its kinda bunk that you wont write my papers for me...
Mar 24 2009
You don't want me writing psych papers. I have crazy ideas. They might try to put you in a padded room.
Jan 14 2010
Trust me, she already thinks I'm strange. Nothing you'd say could possibly make it worse. Lol