You ask for an embrace, you want contact, so fine
We're in neutral territory, London Piccadilly line
I feel alright now, it's been a while
We waved the white flag cos it's peacetime
As we hug, catch a fresh explosion of our love
Your smell hits me like a small town thug
Just above the collar, sunlight and warm bread
Heart to heart, hand to hand, flesh and blood
Clasp you tight and breathe you in
Civilians guard themselves with newspaper shields:
Transplanted kidneys carry an infection
A 2.3% rise in the rate of inflation
My body is gasping for you like a bird in the nest, like a dying fish
Your skin is a t-shirt I borrow, slip it on and I'm dressed
Been so naked this past year
Torn up inside a bullet-proof vest
You are speaking, feel the vibrations of your voice
Your attention a searchlight, most of the time it's somewhere else
Horoscope Special, what's in your stars?
A family of three killed in a gas blast
As we part, brush the trigger hairs on my cheek
My body is a minefield. And this is peace
credits
from Minefield,
released October 20, 2015
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