Kosiskelu - Jealous Of The Birds

The moon

The silver plate, the silver plate

Is cracked, the crab’s back

Bleached with sun, the stacks of

Basalt pillars by the pier

You standing near

With all those Russian novels in your head

Fingernails freshly painted red, soft against the bend

I want

The smell of me, smell of me

To cling to your clothes

When you walk through

The city or sit in repose

Like sweet Sappho

Touch electric blue, I think of you

Carrying flowers through the cobbles of the zoo

To know you when you are

Alone as wren in winter (You are without, within)

See you dance upon the

Tiles of a Turkish temple (You are without, within)

To hear you laughing in the

Lounge at late night TV (You are without, within)

To wrap my arms around your

Waist at indie discos (You are without, within)

Oh, to be so blessed

Snow

Began to fall, first snowfall

Outside

The concert hall

The wind whipped your shawl, carried whispers

Siren calls and alcohol

Kiss by the walls

Of the empty street, never discreet

Warmed by whiskey neat, blue notes and offbeats

To know you when you are

Alone as wren in winter (You are without, within)

See you dance upon the

Tiles of a Turkish temple (You are without, within)

To hear you laughing in the

Lounge at late night TV (You are without, within)

To wrap my arms around your

Waist at indie discos (You are without, within)

Oh, to be so blessed