Minerald Minds by Matt Wisniewski.
I now long for a geode face of my own. Too good.
O, the days of wild abandon:
of vanilla cigars & gin & juice
of honey dripping off your body at night
and ants in the sheets come the morning light
of hoisted up in the shower, twisted & sudsy sex
of breaking the soap dish; not seeing through the steam
of grilling summer peaches for lunch & letting them char & letting them burn
whilst roaming hands went where they needed to be
and having again
of the first precocious kiss you planted
of the first name I wrote (it was yours) in the snow
of our initials carved at Coney Island; witnessed by the freakshow & the sand & cotton candy & the boardwalk of our future, good intentions
of soon-to-come growing, great dividing distance and ever increasing melancholia
of jealous tongues of lying teeth of lips imparting desperate, vitriolic goodbyes
of wanting it back
-if only taking it back,
and wanting it back
I recorded this track of "Somebody To Watch Over Me" for the nuptials of a very very lovely couple. Arrangement by Youka Snell (also playing the fiddle).