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Jasmine
03:56
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piano keys
winter gloves
i owe it all to you
cherry seeds
mango pulp
sidewalk shoes
lullabies
shiny eyes
living room levitation
dollar coins
finger joints
riddles with a little patience
you smell of jasmine
and sandalwood so far
तुम जियो हज़ारों साल
साल के दिन हों पचास हज़ार
tandem bike
lemonade
bed time bellyache
soothe me with
turmeric
candles to celebrate
now i’m grown
we’re getting old
wings sprouting out our backs
in my hair
honeycomb
one thousand come and pass
you smell of jasmine
and sandalwood so far
तुम जियो हज़ारों साल
साल के दिन हों पचास हज़ार
tell me a bedtime story
little girl living in me
wide-eyed, nodding head
tangled hair, fennel breath
you smell of jasmine
and sandalwood so far
तुम जियो हज़ारों साल
साल के दिन हों पचास हज़ार
तुम जियो हज़ारों साल
साल के दिन हों पचास हज़ार
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2. |
Hummingbirds
04:10
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i was younger when i came to you
you rode on a dolphin tail
magic mist upon the ocean blue
you took my hand and left gray scale
i was swinging from a crescent moon
star drawn monkey bars and soft sand dunes
i was wishing and singing a little tune
you needed a place to sleep and wanted to water me too
so it was
reading palms on the fifty six bus
and tying each other’s shoes
and it was
paper rabbits in my dresser drawer
and nestling into the crook of you
i could cut a collage of the things you did
sweet like the butterscotch on your lips
steady like leaning on you in the metro line
warm like fingers interlaced at night
and you were
wishing me well even when it hurt
and picking me the best fruit
and you were
holding enough for the both of us
peeling and feeding me too
and i hope
a thousand hummingbirds
will carry you where you want to go
and i pray
whatever sea tides come your way
strong legs carry you forward
and sometimes
a quiet sparrow in the corner of my mind
will sing to come home to you
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3. |
Garden Prayer
04:39
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oh sugar sand beaches
oh trees with the flowers that sing
oh little green creatures
oh library books with wings
oh elephant shadow
oh jellyfish in my bruise
oh floating fog of tomorrow
oh berry with the bitter juice
can you do me a favor
could you do what i can’t do
no more pixels or paper
only you can see me through
travel to my love
tell me is she alright
give her my best
keep her warm in the night
slip in her socks
as she curls her toes
tumble into the tea cup
and down her throat
like the honey she pours
from the garden we grew
where the bees could tell
that the winter was soon
where we braided the grass
and the hyacinth bloomed
and we planted grape seeds
moon after moon
and when you return
can you tell me how it was
share a taste of the honey
and the bees’ familiar buzz
tell me does she remember
the world that we wove
does the still smell the flowers
we grew in the grove
does she walk in the woods
hold a hand to her heart
visit the garden
and trace the tree bark
oh sugar sand beaches
oh trees with the flowers that sing
oh little green creatures
oh library books with wings
oh elephant shadow
oh jellyfish in my bruise
oh floating fog of tomorrow
oh berry with the bitter juice
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4. |
The Reef
05:18
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she wrapped me in silver
put a rose in my hair
she slept on my sea floor
and answered my prayers
she reached for me softly
with sugar on her tongue
but our kisses were salty
and turning me numb
how do you speak so sweetly
and still turn my corners to dark
how do you breathe so deeply
and fill my lungs
with these shards of green and blue
come with me under water
we’ll dive way down where they bite at our knees
sand and branches, dinner time dances
come with me under water
it’s been so long since we last spoke
transfer your bruise to banyan tree roots, i know
you’re in some glass galaxy forgetting me now
but i’m trying to hold onto me and remember somehow
i still have my starfish, my skin and my scales
i listen for whale songs and i’m chasing their trails
come with me under water
i’ll hold your hand if you’re afraid, you said
the smell of your soap, the reef always knows
i’ll still be under water
i’ll pick a few plants and fill up my photo frame
fingers unpainting, slowly erasing
flying and falling and falling
floating and floating
and glowing and glowing
growing and growing
and reaching and reaching
i’m born of the reeds in the reef
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