"What you at my gentle spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
when you're an ocean and a rock away.
I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
my fingers wrap around your words
they take the shape of the games we play.
I feel your words through my buttonholes
pin them to my fingerless gloves,
green and prone to fraying.
I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
and the bristles of my brushes
spin you into my curls today.
I spoon you into my coffee cup,
spin you through a delicate wash.
I wear you all day.
Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on the way, I'm on the phone.
Let's get lost, me and you,
an ocean and a rock is nothing to me..."
Lisa Hannigan
