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EP Mason Dec 2013
Thank you for hiding me in your bounded wool
you are the one thing I feel pretty in
black is a forgiving colour
and I like to be hidden sometimes

The nice thing about winter is
there's no need for exposed flesh
and as much as I love you, summer
I do dread having to set free my ridiculous body
and these pale scars of mine
© Erin Mason 2013
EP Mason Dec 2013
Today I ventured out of the house
for the first time in seven days
there were cuts on my feet as I broke in new shoes
and the wind blew my hair out of place

Christmas lights still danced in the Sunday sky
I was but a watcher of the crowds passing by
until I saw you
no
heard you
and your gentle guitar
you played Simon and Garfunkel (whom I love)
on that gentle guitar

I sat and watched you
for a minute or two
and you caught glimpses of me
and I was writing about you
you had auburn hair and a dazzling smile
and your voice made the December winds seem worthwhile

As I was writing, the song fell away
and you packed up your things and left
and I regret that I forgot to say
how much I loved the song you sang
and your auburn hair and smile
and how you made the harsh December winds seem so worthwhile
© Erin Mason 2013
EP Mason Dec 2013
If we were on a black and white camera roll
I could whisper
au revoir mon amour
and leave my heart swollen by your side
as the screen fades away

But unfortunately I must see you again next year
and watch as your eyes always say
Je ne t'ai jamais aimé
and my eternal screen will never fade away
© Erin Mason 2013
EP Mason Dec 2013
She is the unbroken shores of a riverbank
her song billows like the winds in my soul
and her bones weep sorrow
but she is everything to me

A Goddess and a vagabond
lowly in her tide
her song explodes within me
rushing through my internal
shattering my external
summer sun
and winter moon
an infinite power, forever in her pagan shawl
forever in her golden hair
forever in my mind
A quick heat-of-the-moment poem, written for one of my idols, Sandy Denny.

© Erin Mason 2013
EP Mason Dec 2013
I want to be your muse
laid out on a table
cloth around my thighs
soothed beneath your hands

When you put your pen to paper
I want what you write
to be about me

I want you to crush me up
into a spectrum of your paints
and breathe into me
with your cherry blossom lips

I want you to write
years and years of novels
about my skin
my eyes
my laugh
the way my shadow looks at 3am

I want to ******* image on your lips
hear my soul speak on your tongue
feel my heart beat in your ink

Turn me into your art
your history
your masterpiece
your eternal muse
© Erin Mason 2013
EP Mason Dec 2013
Peace for Christmas
is what I want the most
there are plenty of glasses around here to toast
make wishes for love and light in your life
peace is what I believe Christmas defines

Forget your religion, it matters for nothing
I want to make my Christmas wish matter for something

So whether Christian, Muslim, Buddhist or Sikh
Jewish, atheist, Pagan, Hindu or simply unique
let peace be the binding factor that we humans all seek
for we are all one skeleton, with the potential for peace
© Erin Mason 2013
EP Mason Dec 2013
Tonight
the sky is electric blue
and powdered ombre
with the stars shining through

And every night
I watch the sky's changing hue
and I peer into myriad
and wonder if you see it too
© Erin Mason 2013
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