When your heart beat thumps
The stillness of us as one essence surmounts
Any lie said ends in truth with shakes of the head
Here in this chair an island of desperate pairs
Stranded with nothing to lose but wallets and shoes
The length of the day takes two people away to one last place
Where we will stay, I am the carriage supporting your weight
Through the day we may stroll or lie restless consoled
In the arms of our souls, in our armchair we mold.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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