No, No, I Cannot Describe (01/14/2009)

I give myself a fleeting face, and taste the wind
That blows against your back and taste salt.
Seagulls on the lake, and I don’t want to take
Anything from them or you, so I don’t.

I wake from dreaming with an image of "beautiful"
And think of scratchy homemade videos and smile.
You were moving out when I was filming
So I wake and call you and tell you you’re beautiful.

A memory I had with you but never had before
I slept and never shared and don’t know how to share.
I give myself a fleeting face, and taste the sea
That blows against my back and taste you.

More memory.