David Deacon - Poetry
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If I knew what had sent you
Could I ask it to remain?
If I witnessed all your thoughts
Would they always be the same?
If I looked down at your shadow
Would it always touch the ground?
If it had no other reason
Would it always be around?

Poetry just falls out of my mouth when I’m talking about you
Poetry just falls out of my mouth

I’ve been watching at the corners
For a chance to come inside
I don’t think I remember
What it was I would confide
It was something in the mirror
It was something left behind
It was always when you touched me
That you seemed so very kind

Poetry just falls out of my mouth when I’m talking about you
Poetry just falls out of my mouth

In the silence in the room
When you stayed through the night
There was a sense of something moving
A velvet flicker into sight
Maybe silk in the blackness
Where the hammer touch ignites
To the thought and to the feelings
Hard fingers touch so light
In the night and in my room
I hated missing you at all
When the poets on the high wire
Only beauty takes the fall
You are whispers, you are strands
You are almost nothing more
Light from a dark window
The night’s darkness at the door

Poetry just falls out of my mouth when I’m talking about you
Poetry just falls out of my mouth
Poetry just falls out of my mouth when I’m talking about you
Poetry just falls out of my mouth