John Foltz: listen

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Ah, the female. What a tangled web you can weave with our poor, underdeveloped man-hearts. But, boy, you sure inspire the music in me.

You came in winter
You came for a moment
You came, a kiss of the vagrant sunrise

You came to touch me
You came, memory serves me well
You came to the mouth of the swollen river

I felt your eyes on me through the traffic of the city
My lips, they met yours on the boulevard
Though you’re not there, I walk aware
Of your skin, when it’s bare beneath my trembling body

I held a lifetime
I held it for a moment
I held your face in a frame inside my room

And once I came to you in the twilight of the canyon
Your lips were still new to my sentiment
You kissed me there, then you left aware
And I just stood and stared at where your kiss had vanished

I took a long time
I took the long way home
I took a picture of those empty places

And at last, only one kiss really ends