The Idol I Made

Sunday, July 30, 2017
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I stand here today
Gazing into the calm eyes
Of the mould I made of clay
Cold as ice
Yet I hear your harmonious voice
Punching into the calm air
Through the dumb lips of clay

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Sing to me, my love, sing
The idol I made
Sing to me the lullaby
That Mother never sang

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I stand here today
Looking at your beautiful palms
Of the mould I made of clay
Solid as ice
Yet I hear your melodious handclaps
Echoing in the dumb air
Through the solid hands of clay

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The idol I made
Sing to me the lullaby
That Mother never sang
My love, sing, sing

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My love, sing, sing
Shake your still body
Your still bust
Your still waist
Blink your still eyes
Your eyes of clay
Rock me on your laps
Your laps of clay
Touch me with your fingers
Your fingers of clay

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Composed in 2016

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