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1:59 AM
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Currents
The air is visible around you, rising up
And off your lips in slow currents
And i watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
Drifting curls a trailing path
A long drag becomes a dress of blue and ash

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down

The air is visceral around us,
Turning in its simple steps on slow currents
And i watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion
A long drag becomes a a slow dance and a halo around her

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down, all the way down

And if this is ever meant to end, then i hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, we burned our hands
If this is ever meant to end, then i hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, it burns our hands