“Skin to skin” – by Tyler Shea
I’m jealous of you,
Your jealous of me,
The salt of the earth,
The salt of the sea
Forces of nature,
Grinding their teeth,
What’s left when the dust starts to settle?
Softening whispers,
Sharp till the end,
Adrift in a current,
Drowning in Zen,
Habitual creatures,
Of myelin sheath,
Lock stock and two smoking kettles.
Where will you be,
When the flood gates open?
Where will you step,
When the ground caves in?
There’s room in the river
But the banks are empty,
takers and givers
all lead with a chin.
As we lower down,
And lean back in,
Slower now,
Skin to skin.
I’m guilty of this,
You’re guilty that,
Birds of a feather
Cats with a mask
Dancing round questions,
Filling up flasks,
Young blood just picking at petals.
This one says it’s love
This one says it’s not,
A cold contradiction,
Stirring the pot,
Lingering silver,
Modeling clots,
It’s hot and it’s so temperamental
Where will you be,
When the flood gates open?
Where will you step,
When the ground caves in?
There’s room in the river
But the banks are empty,
takers and givers
all lead with a chin.
As we lower down,
And lean back in,
Slower now,
Skin to skin.
Color me in
With emerald green,
I’ve got nothing to spare.
Lay me down,
It’s a perilous scene
If I showed you,
Would it be unfair?
Where will you be,
When the flood gates open?
Where will you step,
When the ground caves in?
There’s room in the river
But the banks are empty,
takers and givers
all lead with a chin.
As we lower down,
And lean back in,
Slower now,
Skin to skin.