Blood Bank

Bon Iver

Well, I met you at the blood bank,
we were looking at the bags,
wondering if any of the colours,
matched any of the names we knew on the tags.
You said, “See look, that’s yours,
stacked on top with your brother’s,
see how they resemble one another?
even in their plastic little covers?”
And I said I know it well.
That secret that you knew,
but don’t know how to tell,
it fucks with your honour,
and it teases your head.
But you know that it’s good, girl,
’cause it’s running you with red.
Then the snow started falling,
we were stuck out in your car,
you were rubbing both of my hands,
chewing on a candy bar.
You said “Ain’t this just like the present?
To be showing up like this?”
As a moon waned to crescent,
we started to kiss.
And I said I know it well.
That secret that we know,
that we don’t know how to tell,
I’m in love with your honour.
I’m in love with your cheeks.
What’s that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

And I said I know it well.

~

A late Merry Christmas from London, and may your 2017 be filled with art, writing, music and love.

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