Your Lips, Dylan’s Voice
January 8, 2013
You introduced me to him.
His rickety voice scratched against my ear buds yet filled me, ever so slightly, to the brim.
I was young and you were dapper & sweet,
He was strange and a bit tottery & offbeat.
But never mind that he was not my favorite tune,
You loved him and that made my day, even on the rainiest of afternoons.
So in the fashion of a freshly made acquired taste,
I lay in bed wrapped in the melodies of Dylan while staring at your face.
Over and under he strummed me into a blissful sleep,
As I closed my eyes and dreamt of your kiss skin-deep.
The next morning the city was gray and I was blue,
As I watched you smile, wave and walk away with noble virtue.
And although you were gone, it was Dylan’s song;
That kept me afloat, for another day,
For as long as I shut my lids, I could pretend it was all gonna’ be okay.
Your lips and Dylan’s voice are the last memories I left behind,
Before moving on past my emotional moonshine.