What you at my gentle spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
When you're an ocean and a rock away
I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
They take the shape of games we play
i feed your words through my buttonholes
pin them to my fingerless gloves
green and prone to fraying
Thoughts of you,
warm my bones
I'm on the way,
I'm on the phone,
Lets get lost,
me and you,
an ocean and a rock
is nothing to me.
