A Fistful Of Innocent Confessions

Poem 1:

I am not the best in the way I breathe
I am very last at the godlike feast
But when your love comes here in thirst
I'm always better and the first


Poem 2:

I'll be your Moses
To lead you through the sand
To keep you from the heat
My hands will turn to fan
And on the mountain top
I'll bring at blue dawn
Not to betray our bodies
But to commit the Fall


Poem 3:

I can feel everything to the tiniest detail
I am everything
And that's why you are jealous of me
Sorry about it but I'm afraid it will never change


Poem 4:

I used to see the visions of you, trembling close
to a sunflower-shaped book of distant lands poems
Page after page, line after line, I've studying you a lot
under a kitchen sun with all my sexless intentions
No, no, I didn't need your cherry breast
to jump 'n' down on my sleepy eyes
And I didn't need your red-wine lips
to flow into mine
Believe me, I always wanted you to be meek and mild
And I guess you did it well
Thank you for silence and the truth


Poem 5:

If you stand all naked
Inside of broken time
Don't ask me no more questions
Until your flesh gets wild