Phosphorescent Follow

the stars would know to send you the shivers

and night would glow in the room in which you swim

filled with breath of people making bird sounds

and topless girls with pretty messy hair

and swirling around is that swollen sound

of horns all astrayed from some eternal parade

i got fits and a fire in my belly

and shiny lips can, fumbling, find a seal

the water dear can touch you all over

but nothing here can touch the way you feel

this difficult and lovely story

of your birth in the air and recovering from that

youll hold me here until i can't afford your kindness

youll hold me dear until i can't afford to leave

while lightning real is leaning out and calling

but there's all of that doubt plus all of that skin

but all is grace and all is beauty

and when all this is gone beauty will remain