2.20.2012

vic chesnutt's gift

Not one
kiss hello,
pass the baton,
up all night until
smoke circles my neck.
I'd like to lie with you,
wrapped in warmest baritone,
flirt with you all my life.
The breadth of this couch
distant as imagination;
that he sang for us,
ours now to honor.
Kiss goodnight,
let's drift.