A Picture of the Three of Us at the Gate to the Garden of Eden
released March 4, 2008
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- Track Name: First Sight
With her mouth making movements to introduce thoughts, I sat. Deafened by trust on the sofa across, quietly calculating the logistics of lust – of when unspoken things could then happen between us. And once all those were done, and we’d got through to love, we would shoot from the hip, reacting off of the cuff. Splitting up at the fork when the going got rough, with a plan for a point to rejoin on the road further.
Up our windows thin, where the ice carved its flowers, I would hold her, and let the wind beat back those hours. And then swaying in subway trains, clutching her dress, dependent on her balance. The walls were useless. While it’s alright to hold tight, please don’t try to hold on; because it’s a home run we hit, love, as it’s going. And gone. But then the world turned so fast it was astoundingly still.
And it must have been that moment made of midnight on the hill, right when the cataracts-ed alley cat spat back at the moon, thrown out into the nighttime. Nine lifetimes too soon, we had come such a ways and knew just what he meant.
There’s a picture of the three of us at the gate to the Garden of Eden.
You can get home, but you can’t get in; locks are like longing, an ever-changing thing. And keys are just clouds made of metal and spark. We knew exactly who we were, and yet couldn’t say quite who we still are. I saw it all happening in one grand epic sweep. From that first sight, we wouldn’t get to sleep for a week. Generations would follow the course that we’d charted.
From the sofa across, I couldn’t wait to get started.