ALONG THE EDGES, COLORS BLUR AT SEEM FAMILIAR.
WHILE YOU READ YOUR MAGAZINE,
I WAS COUNTING ALL THE MARKERS.
AND CALIFORNIA SEEMED TO DRAW YOU LIKE A SIREN
FROM A POSTCARD, OR A LETTER, IN A FRAME OF FILM MELTING.
BUT UNDER YOU, I HEAR YOUR BREATH MOVE IN, OUT SLOWLY.
UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME.
A HOLLYWOOD FLAT WHERE WE'D LAUGH ABOUT OUR FORTUNES
WELL WE HELD JOBS IN THIS BAR DOWN AT 3RD AND SAN VICENTE.
AND RAMEN NOODLES AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING,
WHEN WE BARELY COULD SURVIVE, I WAS NEVER MORE ALIVE.
UNDER YOU, I FEEL YOUR BLOOD FLOWING OUT SLOWLY.
UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME
YOU MOVED IN SLOW DEGREES
A SUDDEN MEMORY
YOU'RE A LEONARD COHEN SONG
BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN I'D SWEAR I SEE YOU STANDING ON A SIDEWALK, IN A
RESTAURANT, FROM A TAXI CAB PASSING.
UNDER YOU I FEEL YOU MOVING IN/OUT SLOWLY
UNDER YOU LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME.
TAKE OVER ME
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