Paul Buchanan (song of the week)

Beautiful song from a beautiful film.

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gentle, now

I have slowly and sadly fallen in love

with this mystery, this hollow self

gently punctured and bled out, gaping.

tuck your fingers into my painted palms, I know

I burn too hot/sandy, but I would clasp you

in this fiery ring. this is our disaster.

I have destroyed you, beautifully.

lithotine

arms draw out

in black, which soaks up light safely

and leaves bright contrast in limestone

I rock, smoothing the surfaces across each other until

perfect.

A touch of acid and gum, the image fizzles

washed away carborundum

resin dust could give you cancer. So could asphaltum.

but etched in stone is family.

art teacher

I want to scrape together your shatters and remould them,

working my fingers through your cracks, the places

love has been torn away from, your insecurities

burned away in the kiln of my hands. (fire of angels, fill me)

I will use my nails to scratch off the gluey false security,

let it wash away in the water, leaving paint.

You are beautiful, creative, and capable

let me help you see that.