Words for the Chisel (collection)/Time Out
Time Out
We will put Time to sleep on that warm hill.
Lie naked in the tawny grass and fill
Our veins with golden bubbles.
Grass will grow
Beneath your arm-pits and between your feet
Before we take our bodies up, and go
Like dazzled aliens through the dusty street.
Lie naked in the tawny grass and fill
Our veins with golden bubbles.
Grass will grow
Beneath your arm-pits and between your feet
Before we take our bodies up, and go
Like dazzled aliens through the dusty street.