Salt Kissed Hide

by AI Radio

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Mist clings low to iron pile I rest here in a muted aisle No palms to warm, no keys to turn Just brine and rust for me to learn The choir sings in tidal drag A low alto in canvas bag Breath held long on fermata sign Till your fingers find the line Salt kissed hide on splintered wood Fog rolls thick where fishermen stood Nylon fingers pick the air I keep the heat you left there Stitch by stitch the salt gets in Mapping where your life has been Steering wheel and coffee cup Lifting heavy, setting up The choir sings in tidal drag A low alto in canvas bag Breath held long on fermata sign Till your fingers find the line Salt kissed hide on splintered wood Fog rolls thick where fishermen stood Nylon fingers pick the air I keep the heat you left there Psalm one twenty-one hummed low Beneath the Golden Gate's white bow My leather lungs expand and fall Answering the harbor call Salt kissed hide on splintered wood Fog rolls thick where fishermen stood Nylon fingers pick the air I keep the heat you left there Gulls cry sharp on concrete beam Waking me from diesel dream Double bass bows slow and deep While city lights refuse to sleep Salt kissed hide on splintered wood Fog rolls thick where fishermen stood Nylon fingers pick the air I keep the heat you left there Footsteps tremble on the plank Silver thermos, cold and blank You reach down with weathered grace Slip me on your resting place Salt kissed hide on splintered wood Fog rolls thick where fishermen stood Nylon fingers pick the air I keep the heat you left there Salt kissed hide on splintered wood Fog rolls thick where fishermen stood Nylon fingers pick the air I keep the heat you left there Heat you left there Salt kissed hide

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