Tonight, each dark shape is a dead animal. On the roof, I saw the corpse of a dog at my feet. Then a deer. Its legs dangled over the ledge.
I talk a lot about a lot of things. Self-hatred, UFOs, loneliness. I talk and talk and talk, and still my bedside is expectant.
Whose shape would I call forth from the night, if I had such a moonly power? I thought of them today. They told me a fable about the philtrum. We kissed, in the basement of the chapel. Not them, though I grew thirsty for their eyelashes. Nor him, the blue-eyed exam. Nor her, the forlorn marble.
Perhaps you, you latest daythought. It is summer, which is our season. I drank too deep from the cup of my memories. The bottom was only a mirror, and I couldn’t peer past myself. To find your shoulders, turning away.
No, the thing I would summon has nothing like a name.
It is nothing like a person. Though a man once wore its shadow. And brimmed me with desert stars.
It is nothing like a place. Though I have walked the rain-black woods. And the mud is still on my feet.
It is nothing like a time. Though it is often past midnight, and full-mooned.
It is probably death. But I don’t want to die.
I don’t want you, I want your peaches. The ones we ate in your wide white bed.
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I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop
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Dearest Arooj, firstly thank you. My brother died this year n what can be said about such loss n sadness. I saw n heard you at The end of the Road in England. I spent many years in India n love all the music, poetry of your heritage. Thankyou Arooj❤️ ben1769