her face

Posted: 01/27/2011 in house of love, house of music, house of women

her face is like

the bus coming through the dusk

when it’s six o’clock and

snowing.

her face is like

lifting my guitar from its case

and it’s easy in my arms

strumming.

her face

is the one i look for–

the one i play for–

her face.

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Comments
  1. willow says:

    I think you’ve grown accustomed to her face.

  2. hedgewitch says:

    Not everyone would like having their face compared to a bus, but having stood on many a frozen street-corner with my teeth chattering and my body cut by the knives of the wind, I can say, not much can top the sight you describe.

  3. Mama Zen says:

    I love the “easy in my arms” line.

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