that wonderful that curious

the gift that keeps on giving.  what is that, but a blown-out voice, nightflowers taken by a flash, captured all in harshness and glory.  the smile on your face does something to me, it really moves me, the smile on your face, the smile on your face really turns me on.  sometimes i hear your new voice in my head, and it makes me taste good things, like minerals of the sea, sinew, sweet meat.  and when you look at me darling can't you see, when you smile, yes when you smile.  i can't make it out, what she's singing, or when we get to see what next comes, but i love the glamour of unknowing, i think of the desert.  got me going like a new favorite.  and of the old pain, whether to greet it with graciousness, tallness, a smile, or rip scissor and tear.  luckily i didn't have to choose, just see the choice there.