Song | Thermal |
Artist | Arve Henriksen |
Album | Cartography |
Morning, you lay sleeping | |
Your small body clinging tightly to mine | |
With frightening dependency | |
Life defining, impossible to betray | |
And with that… | |
The mattress rose | |
Set adrift on the burgeoning emotional tide | |
Colliding with the once stationary objects | |
Of an uninhabited life | |
What had been concealed | |
Was exhaled from god knows where | |
Colour-drained, unsalvageable | |
Shape shifting | |
And, with function relinquished | |
Resigned from service | |
Two blue sleeping bags | |
Nudged against one another | |
Bearing the once warm imprint of our bodies | |
The sun-baked stone garden | |
Retracted its promise | |
It was cold in that place of perpetual summer | |
If you were afraid you didn’t show it | |
You who were born bearing the face | |
Of irrepressible grief | |
So as not to disappoint you | |
I lay motionless | |
Rapt by the rise and stall of your breathing | |
Your fingertips and thighs | |
Quietly affirming my place at your side. |
Morning, you lay sleeping | |
Your small body clinging tightly to mine | |
With frightening dependency | |
Life defining, impossible to betray | |
And with that | |
The mattress rose | |
Set adrift on the burgeoning emotional tide | |
Colliding with the once stationary objects | |
Of an uninhabited life | |
What had been concealed | |
Was exhaled from god knows where | |
Colourdrained, unsalvageable | |
Shape shifting | |
And, with function relinquished | |
Resigned from service | |
Two blue sleeping bags | |
Nudged against one another | |
Bearing the once warm imprint of our bodies | |
The sunbaked stone garden | |
Retracted its promise | |
It was cold in that place of perpetual summer | |
If you were afraid you didn' t show it | |
You who were born bearing the face | |
Of irrepressible grief | |
So as not to disappoint you | |
I lay motionless | |
Rapt by the rise and stall of your breathing | |
Your fingertips and thighs | |
Quietly affirming my place at your side. |