Blue Kisses from Harriet Bradshaw by Harriet Bradshaw

Blue Kisses

I pictured us, we're walking in the hills
And snow white wolves are dancing at your heels.
Am I in your head?
I handed you my soul upon a note that you read:

Softest blue kisses
Your sockets, electric, blow
Tiny static shocks

We lay in the grass, suspended o'er the deepest sky
And time is not a line, it is a cape that covers us,
My heart wants to shout,
But my lips are sealed by doubt.

Softest blue kisses
Your sockets, electric, blow
Tiny static shocks

Whisper of love on my skin,
Through the wisps of my hair,
A tender and warm little blessing,
Not shouted, but murmured.
A small glum sound escapes your chest,
And I hold it like a cupped sparrow, and swallow it whole.
Your breath touches mine in the middle distance,
dances with it as we part.

And I wear my love like a blood-bled wound in the world,
A cape of callipers,
A hedgehog of throbs and gashes
That sing to be healed.

But my love won’t let me rest,
And my wounds won’t close, I guess…

• Folk
• alternative folk
• female
• music hall
• singer-songwriter
• songwriter
• Middlesbrough