single

Contours

We throw our bodies down like shadows

Carve out worlds between the sheets

Climb each other like a mountain

You push through me like the city streets

 

We are peaks of knees and elbows

Shifting plates, the ocean’s moan

Monolithic marble marvels

Pale as a new moon, hewn from a wishbone

 

Lust is only surface water

There are riches buried deep beneath

This is how the land lies

This is how the land lies

This is hour the land lies

Through its teeth

 

This hand is my land, and my land is yours

Trust is a voyage of chasms and contours

We thought that we were free to love

We thought we were just crossing borders

All the while, we were starting wars

 

We are the thrust, the dip, the hollow

Arcing boughs and slopes and seams

Engineers of atmospheres

We are cartographers of dream

 

Lust is only surface water

There are riches buried deep beneath

This is how the land lies

This is how the land lies

This is how the land lies

Through its teeth

Through its teeth

Through its teeth

 

Words and music © Fran Smith 2013, recording © Fran Smith 2014.