lyrics
"A person is a person through other persons."
--Desmond Tutu
I miss your voice. I miss
your sex. Your dull cheeks
your morning breath. You’d lick
my skin you’d bruise it, too.
You were lucid, then,
when I loved you.
What a gift, to be stolen
from: this world of children, graves,
and love. And this dumb rapture
we can’t share: your soul
drops the coat it wears.
If I could touch your ghost,
and hug its skin--a touch
less cold than absence, than wind.
I miss your hands and daily
notes--the brief
logic that love unfolds.
How this blessed curse is ordinary,
how my mind holds
what this world can’t
carry.
I miss your blood, I miss
your ghost: your cold shadow
teasing my home.
But if I’m buried here
next to you, I could blossom,
I could break through.
*
Every day I lose your ghost.
I say its name, I feel it home.
It dances down my mind’s hallways.
Though I touch it, it will not
stay.
credits
from
Ghost,
released September 10, 2013
Sacco & Vanzetti is:
Jesse Ramos Botello--Bass Guitar
Marcus Coronado--Guitar / Percussion / Production
Sam Coronado--Vocals / Guitar / Keyboard / Coffee Cup / Production
Jordan Jenkins--Drums / Percussion
Jesse Miller--Guitar
Tracked / Recorded / Mixed by Sam Coronado + Sacco & Vanzetti at Lazy Days Studio in Denton, TX.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
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