Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Sing To Me Extremes

Don't sing to me limp feelings;
sing to me extremes.
Sing to me hammers and stones;
sing anvils and boulders!
Or, if you must sing softness,
sing perfume and specific flowers
sing wispy neck hairs and lingerie;
sing sweaty dances and sweaty sheets
or sing not at all.

Song doesn't beg for middle ground!
You say you'd "kill for her smile,"
but there's nothing of the wolf
or the hawk
or the bombardier
or the powerline about you.
Give me a knife's edge
or give me nothing at all.