Kept like vanilla in the sands of
White sugar’s thirsty taste:
Just as water on my hands, or
A bookmark in my pages; as
A swing-beat to my dance, or
When someone calls my name; as
I’m losing count of stars because
Of soon-arriving day… just as
Perfume on my wrists; or as
Wine-notes in my glass I
Feel you close like we were first: just
As the touch of stringed guitars. Just
As water in my vase, I
Am kept inside a kiss, and
Hold memories of stars.


A song, for Blair, presently without chords. Entirely about keeping someone close, even when apart: how even small gestures can carry love with them, or evoke the divine. 


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