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Tom Wordwulf Sterner

Of Lips, Mother, and Wine

 
I will build you a house
and a garden of bones
where children go laughing
and men live alone
I’ll tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
then tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
 
From the mouths of mime puppets
a tumble of words
tied to the feet
of whistling birds
I’ll tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
then tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
 
A tangle of whimsy
to lay on your breast
whose eyes taste the winter
and none of the rest
I’ll tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
then tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
 
Whenever we go crawling
on feathering knee
through long shadow canyon
a cloud scattered sea
I’ll tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
then tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
 
See, make a pillow
a death reminisce
of lovers gone falling
to steal a sweet kiss
I’ll tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
then tell you a story
of lips, mother and wine
 
I will build you a house
and a garden of bones
where children go laughing
and men live alone
 

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