Tangerine,
Can you hear the tambourine,
As you flame up the night,
When sea waves crash across
Memories in sand?
This is it, it's going to be gone soon.
I know.
What do we do?
Enjoy it.
Like green meadows
You run into wilderness,
Your red burns the forest,
Singeing dry leaves,
And crumpled letters,
Beneath our feet.
Last night you were
The blue moon,
The ocean swelled in your eyes,
And teased the sand
Sticking to your brow,
Don’t stir, lest you wake,
The waves are at your behest.
When you stood on that far edge
Of the breaking line
Between dusk and dawn
What colour were your hands,
As you bent into the ocean
Caressed the waves,
And turned the sea into purple desire..
Through your hair
Let me run my fingers
On my hands,
Let me get some colour,
I will meet you once upon a dream,
Memories seem too old today,
You are not a concept,
Tangerine.
1 comment:
A girl I met who reminded me a lot of Tangerine once said to me, "Listen, I'm not some psuedo-chick you picked up at a book-reading."
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