The Sound I Make Loving You

Straightforward chords
Tunes that feel old
Unfinished rhymes
Lines that feel holy

The last of my voice
The crack of the fire
An unlikely choice
And honest desire

A chorus of muted hues,
The sound I make loving you

Tail-eating snake
Dog chasing tail
Calm as a lake
Big as a whale

Single-spaced type
Open-faced rye
Taller than hype
Slanted like lies

A tangle of living roots
The shape that I make loving you

But not a wave or a quake
Could swallow or shake
The sense that it makes, loving you



Credits
Writer(s): Kirsten Opstad
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