Wild, Wild, Wild Horses - A. Savage

Like a strandbeest mocking the slow motionless

Wild, wild, wild horses, I’ve—

Broken into gallop too

Like the feeling of a dream felt too by accident

Stirred awake just as lazily, so now why not—

Comb the cloud to get back through?

Starving

What it feels like mostly: feeding someone else your heart

From a distance

Feeling like a fool and picking all those thoughts apart

Is it wrong that all I think about is you these days?

Did they drag me off, or did I gladly run—

Fast and free into your grips?

You can try on words like outfits, but you can’t wear gloves

Picking up the shiny shards of all the plots—

Falling from our clumsy lips

Alice

Listen to me closely, hear my words and feel something

I don’t see you—

As much as I need to and I need to know what that means

Motel benches longer than the trees that died for them

At opposing ends, bow your head and I’ll—

Fill your glass and not your ears

Promise always, that’s a long ways, and the world is big

But your eyes are too, plus I’m a little drunk

And I know what I want

I didn’t always know—no, it’s taken years

Darling

Take your dress off slowly, I’ve still got one eye open

In the morning

Wake me up and hold me, before you start a-shiverin'

Gata

Got to let you know this, take these words and know they’re true:

Eu te amo

Eu te amo tanto and I’m, not quite sure what to do