space suit
take me under the ocean
and show me your hiding place;
I want to know your secrets and those
pretty stories of mountain tops and
sorrow.
you've let me know about
gun barrels
and southern words
that sound like syrup
and fireplaces.
I want to be cradled in
that place
and hear your guitar songs
and lullaby tongue.
if I was on Mars,
I wouldn't doubt finding you there.
By heyachristina
© 2009 heyachristina
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