Taking a walk
inside of the beach
waiting for seashells
to capture me
lets roll in the sand
and make castles
with care
stripping clothing
and anger
our bodies
lay bare
She sings in the choir
and I'm left at the car
her search
is the feminine
but not my shape
or heart
Silly girls made a vow
when it was time
to tell all
blessed secrets
and gardens
boys lips
could be shared
Little girls
grew to women
pretty faces
pretty legs
and her legs
kept on walking
and I'm left
in this
place
January 1995
For Crystal
my BFF growing up
When she came out as a gay young adult
she assumed I was homophobic
so ended our friendship
it's always left a hole in my heart
but writing this piece that became a song
on one of the albums
brought me some peace
4 comments:
You channelled that grief into a beautiful poem then into a beautiful song-that's what feeling artists do
thanks mw
sometimes it is really difficult to be vulnerable
t
Beautiful words and a beautiful melody you created <3
K
K
i know you understand
that final moment of
watching the choir
and leaving
that night
T
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