Monday, August 18, 2008

Tell Me a Story


I want panned seared scallops for breakfast
Cook something for me I want to taste
See that the smile on my mouth is not really there
Touch my lips with salt from your wounds
Tell me about that line on your face
Show me the world in Black and White
Make it easier to hear my mother
Run to me like my horse cannot
Say something that we understand
Breathe once my breath, and I will be with you.