And They Wake Up

She bites her tongue and I notice
the fallacy of how her skin
ends up where I always begin
and how she makes my promises
come true.

Her majesty enrolled me in
the seminary of lovemaking
a basic course in enchanting
and being enchanted
unspoken.

[chorus]
In a well-written night the words are kisses
with daytime in the background whispering, ‘Make me.’
In the long middle the morning finds the evening
and they wake up.

The lights went out. What do you do
when the lights go out? You let
the snow be white, the rain be wet.
You care not whether the sky is blue
or broken up.

How things work out starts
before the beginning can remember
like spring determined by December
like wildfire is a small spark’s
fulfillment.

In a well-written night the words are kisses
with daytime in the background whispering, ‘Make me.’
In the long middle the morning finds the evening
and they wake up.

[intro and outro]
Em / D /  Em7 /  D /
Em / D /  Em7 /  D /

[verse]
D13 ///  AMa7 ///
D13 ///  A7 ///
Bm11 ///  Bb7 ///
Am7 / G13 /  E9 ///
[buffer]  A9 / Am7 / D9  Gm7 /
DMa9 / Bm7 /  DMa9 / Bm7 /

[chorus]
Gm7 / Am7 / Fm7 / C6 /  ////  ////
Gm7 / Fm7 /  Bbm7 / B6 /  FMa9 /// Dm7 ///

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About mrsorenson

all over the place
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