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It’s a rainy December, it’s cold and shitty everyday, your clothes feel so heavy, but you take comfort in the weight. Strip away the damp cool wool, to your warm ivory skin, smile behind the bottle, balanced in your frozen fingertips.

Heart like a hummingbird, hands like the evening winds, pull at my lapels, and rush over my skin. You play with your hair, you drink yourself numb, we aren’t here long, but maybe just long enough.

My love’s a mess, folded in a pocket by your breasts. I sound my best, tucked behind your ear like a cigarette. Where I wrote it down, where we intersect, on the northbound, western provinces. In some border town, when it’s Christmas Eve, in a dull basement apartment.

I’ll be your just in case, like a blade in your back pocket. I’ll marvel at your grace, like the rose behind your ear. Or the lily in your hair and your summer dress, that you wear to bed when you feel depressed. In some border town, when it’s Christmas Eve, in some cheap motel it’s too cold to leave.

The watercolour grays, the “Great Bear” obscured, it’s been at it for days, and the highways a blur. Strip away the damp cool wool, to your warm ivory skin, smile behind the bottle, balanced in your frozen fingertips.

My love’s a mess, folded in a pocket by your breasts. I sound my best, tucked behind your ear like a cigarette. Where I wrote it down, where we intersect, on the northbound, western provinces. In some border town, when it’s Christmas Eve, in a dull basement apartment.

I’ll be your just in case, like a blade in your back pocket. I’ll marvel at your grace, like the rose behind your ear. Or the lily in your hair and your summer dress, that you wear to bed when you feel depressed. In some border town, when it’s Christmas Eve, in some cheap motel it’s too cold to leave.

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from Sound of a Spark (Deluxe), released January 1, 2017

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David Stone Barrie, Ontario

Singer/songwriter and musician based in Ontario, Canada.

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