Vanessa DAOU

You

(Then without a sound
carrying the ghosts in front of them
a bright mountain in old photographs
Staring into the fire at the end fo the summer
You and your blond hair, grassy and silent.)

(I feel you touching me
I can feel you deep and silent.)

(Electric bells, bridges, liquid nights
The cities I saw lived
Hunting shadows under the moon
I listened and forever was a dark river
With all eyes silent in the black night.)

I hear you calling in the tick of my clock
It’s you that I open when I pull my shades up
In the milk I am pouring in my cereal bowl
In the wet of my marble bath with my glycerin soap

It’s you – Everywhere I put my head
Every time I lie in bed – It’s you, it’s you I can’t forget

It’s you that I swallow with every sip of my wine
It’s you like the indigo of the twilight time
I hear your breathing in my deepest dreams
Warm as the velvet sheets wrapped around me

It’s you – Every time I touch myself
Every secret that I tell – It’s you, it’s you and no one else

Everywhere I put my head
Every time I lie in bed – It’s you, it’s you I can’t forget

It’s you – Everywhere I put my head
Every time I sit through the air – It’s you, it’s you I can’t forget