Jan. 26, 2013
Harp Playing in Bed
The shoes have come off.
I'm laid up on her bed,
harp cradled to my lips.
I'm breathin',
She's breathin',
strummin' a six string with love
and a smile.
We sing to each other
like a couple of birds,
Our notes twisting together.
I don't need to smoke,
Don't need to think,
to breathe,
Just wanna blow my harp,
Just wanna blow my harp.
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