Andrea Gibson is a poet and activist. Her poetry focuses on gender norms, politics, and the struggles facing queer people today. To find more about her please visit: www.andreagibson.org www.myspace.com I intend no copyright infringement and if the powers that be want me to remove this video, please let me know and I will do it. I just wish to share Andrea Gibson's tremendous talent. Please buy her CD's and books at her homepage. www.andreagibson.org Pictures taken from her homepage. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stay. There are snowflakes on my tongue I want to melt on your inner thigh. There's a face in the moon I still call Jesus some nights. My body is a temple where I've burned so many sciptures I see smoke every time I look in the mirror. Kiss me where the flames turned blue. Tell me there are places on my skin that look exactly like the sky and your heart is a jet plane heavy with the weight of businessmen and crying babies but you're done running for the exit row. 'Cause god knows we have smoked the stars, made wishes on falling ashes. Something's gotta give, it may as well be your fingers. Touche me 'till my ribs become piano keys, 'till there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs cause i"m breaking old patterns. For anyone else I would rhyme and end this line with Saturn, but you are not the type to wear rings, and I'm not the type to want to celebrate forever when Right Now is forever walking down the aisles unnoticed. Hold me. Sing me ...
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