Landscape of your Body

[tackleberry]

"Landscape of your Body"

101 Magellans circling my ceiling with their spirits
Ransacking my refrigerator and eating my cigarettes
Bitter they sailed the world but never did really see it

Me, I'm not like that
I know this fake salvation is a trap
So I'm leaving my coats on the rack
As I slip out the back

Head towards the sunrise that pays me like a lottery
And conquer the landscape of your body

I cross your many rivers and carry a spoon
Gather every square inch & discover you under the moon
I breathe your morning air and I taste your dew

While I watch Columbus on trial
Sitting on his hands in denial
America was his name for a while
But now he finds it hard to even smile

Me, I'm standing on the edge of a new mystery
As I make love to the landscape of your body

-unfinished song I wrote

 

[foray]

It's wonderful!

foray

 

[Stories for Boys]

well written...

I breathe your morning air and I taste your dew

 

[korey]

i think its very heartfelt, nice word choice and imagery.

 

[ACROB@T]

I breathe your morning air and I taste your dew

 

[tackleberry]

If anyone is interested, I finished the song few days ago, here it is:

"Landscape of your Body"

101 Magellans circling my ceiling with their spirits
Ransacking my refrigerator and eating my cigarettes
Bitter they sailed the world but never did really see it

Me, I'm not like that
I know this fake salvation is a trap
So I'm leaving my coats on the rack
As I slip out the back...

Head towards the sunrise that pays me like a lottery
And conquer the landscape of your body

I cross your many rivers and carry a spoon
Gather every square inch & discover you under the moon
I breathe your morning air and I taste your dew

While I watch Columbus on trial
Sitting on his hands in denial
America was his name for a while
But now he finds it hard to even smile...

Me, I'm standing on the edge of a new mystery
As I make love to the landscape of your body

Sometimes I like to get lost inside the valley of your spine
And hide beneath the shadows in the canyons of your thighs
To find my way back I will look into the compass of your eyes

There I become Superman
A cliche even I can hardly stand
But I'm driving in his super sedan
Doing donuts in his fairy tale sand
On my shoulder is Two-Can Sam
Mixing fruit loops with his green eggs & ham
As he stares into the palm of my hand...

My imagination explodes like the Niagara levee
When I'm here in the landscape of your body