accidental babies

January 15, 2007

well, i held you like a lover:
happy hands
and elbow in the appropriate place.

and we ignore our others:
happy plans
with a delicate look upon your face.

our bodies moved and hardened,
hurting parts of your garden
with no room for a pardon
in a place
where no one knows
what we have done.

do you come
together ever with him?
and is he dark enough –
enough to see your light?
and do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
do you miss my smell?
and is he bold enough to take you on –
do you feel like you belong?
and does he drive you wild,
or just mildly free?

what about me?

well, you held me like a lover:
sweaty hands
and my  foot in the appropriate place.

and we use cushions to cover
happy glands
in the mild issue of our disgrace

our minds pressed and guarded,
while our flesh disregarded
the lack of space
for the light-hearted
in the boom
that beats our drum

well i know i make you cry
and i know sometimes you wanna die
but do you really feel alive
without me?
if so, be free
if not: leave him for me
before one of us has accidental babies.

we aren’t free.

do you come
together ever with him?
and is he dark enough –
enough to see your light?
and do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
do you miss my smell?
is he bold enough to take you on –
do you feel like you belong?
and does he drive you wild,
or just mildly free?

what about me?
what about me?
what about?

(Damien Rice)

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