ITAVOS from Floodplains by Chris DuPont

My beloved is frightened to death of
What she becomes in the cold.
So easy, tiger, with consolations.
Battering ram at the threshold.

I’ll come break you out of the Chelsea.
I’ll weave the hardest sell.
God damn, when I see you
Shrink this small it takes me straight to hell.

I lay down my head on the day that you left.
There in bed, I took a vow of silence.
In the coldest sweat, I lay down and wept.
I’m closing in. I took a vow of silence.

I keep trying to stall the departure.
Somewhere the world’s still green.
I pull the teeth from my every intent, but
None of the words ever feel clean.

I won’t lose you again. I took a vow of silence.

• Ambient Folk
• Folk
• Michigan
• Ypsilanti
• acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• Ypsilanti