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• Artiste: Foreign Elfest
• Titre: Art Malleable
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Dress me in tight clothes So next to you I will be of adequate pose Make my lips glow by the pencil As if they shined like yours How boys watch their women Become their nurses Put me in a different light "Turn your chin towards my eyes" You said, and I followed 'Till you finished viewing me Perfect as a malleable man What those compliments have done to me I'm your art piece And how your hands are that Of one of those great artists Like trained ballerinas You are my hands And I am your heart They'd say "We bond in movement like figures on ice Slip quick as feathers dropped from high" Your kisses reminisced feasts of cigarettes And all that short-skirted innocence But winds make girls spin And when spun dresses lift From inverted skirts Hang twirled girls� necks My walls dimmed As the light on them swam like droplets Towards a larger body of water, towards you Standing in the doorway Holding our bags of groceries Within every minute lapse Between that comfortable laugh Is the fear of a joke That embryos of a hoax Grown in the walls Of this flattering womb room Boast less than a laugh At her graphite photograph, of you We wore glasses rimmed white Tinted like night Clearly murky and made to hide Us from the world, or the world from us There really is nothing else All will always see all from merely oneself I took your glasses off Worlds are better small Colors made love to our virgin eyes And ever since I've retained the sense Delivered on your white rimmed pupils Pretty, you saw me pretty Now I am pretty (Thanks to Kate for these lyrics)