Pan O Palo

I carry coals white-hot and careful
Burn you with steam to cut the sickly sweet
Lay in the hum of our tacit pleasures
Sit in the wake of your shoulders hitting light
Boughs in the wind, ease out the hours
I'd die to be slower and die again for your time
Trying to move is like wading through honey
Good venom in tea, steep and paralyze
Ache in our eyes and song in our choke
It's water on coal and liquor in our hearts
We swing from the glance and breath in our hair
Till legions of sweet things consume us both whole



Credits
Writer(s): Rene Alexander Chavez
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