Driving
Here's another old poem I dug up--this got posted and published back in 1996. Thought I'd take a moment to put it up here for y'all to see n stuff :) Thanks for reading!!
Driving (originally written in 1996, rev. 1/24/11)
Make me believe you’ll really
hold my hand in silence forever.
Push the tears back with your tongue
as I kick at the bed.
By my eyes
you have heard all the good
in the world and
awaken
that untitled song in my mind
once again--
the one I never
rap my fingers to in the car.
The one with the faceless hand
in the night that kneads me
into choking back air--
it’s too thick.
The one that takes voice
in the last dripping note of the sky.
Make me rely on the touch
and the arm of another.
Prop up my chin with your kiss
as I cry in the crook of your arm.
By my words
you have seen
all the good in the world and
awaken
that untitled song in my mind
once again--
the one I never
hum along with in the car.
The one with the voiceless hand
in the night that lulls me into
dreaming back tears--
it’s too hard.
The one that takes vision
in the last crashing light of the storm.
Make me see you’ll really
hold me in my wrinkled nightshirt forever.
Fold back worries at the crease
of the sheets with your smile.
By my heart
you have felt
all the good in the world and
awaken
that untitled song in my mind
once again--
the one I never
mouth the words to in the car.
The one with the touchless hand
in the night that stirs
me into empty rapture--
it’s too much.
The one that takes form
in the last peaceful drop of your chest
as we sleep.
Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
Driving (originally written in 1996, rev. 1/24/11)
Make me believe you’ll really
hold my hand in silence forever.
Push the tears back with your tongue
as I kick at the bed.
By my eyes
you have heard all the good
in the world and
awaken
that untitled song in my mind
once again--
the one I never
rap my fingers to in the car.
The one with the faceless hand
in the night that kneads me
into choking back air--
it’s too thick.
The one that takes voice
in the last dripping note of the sky.
Make me rely on the touch
and the arm of another.
Prop up my chin with your kiss
as I cry in the crook of your arm.
By my words
you have seen
all the good in the world and
awaken
that untitled song in my mind
once again--
the one I never
hum along with in the car.
The one with the voiceless hand
in the night that lulls me into
dreaming back tears--
it’s too hard.
The one that takes vision
in the last crashing light of the storm.
Make me see you’ll really
hold me in my wrinkled nightshirt forever.
Fold back worries at the crease
of the sheets with your smile.
By my heart
you have felt
all the good in the world and
awaken
that untitled song in my mind
once again--
the one I never
mouth the words to in the car.
The one with the touchless hand
in the night that stirs
me into empty rapture--
it’s too much.
The one that takes form
in the last peaceful drop of your chest
as we sleep.
Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
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