Dark Hair from Sarcomatic Scattertongue by John-Paul Cirelli

My eyes as they gaze
Are like headlights from the glaze
Of your beautiful dark hair
My feet like some forgotten race
Tiptoe to the hiding place
Of your secret dark hair
My throat like a wolf howls
And mutters a series of vowels
To your delicious dark hair

And I could just stare
All night long at your amazing dark hair
It's just like the air
Filling my lungs with your smoky dark hair

My cold, white fingers steam
Like fish in the stream
Of your rapid dark hair
My entire body sings
As they pluck the strings
Of your musical dark hair
My nose searches and snuffs
For the diamond in the rough
In the cave of your dark hair

And I wouldn't care
If I got lost in your deep dark hair
I feel safe in there
In the forest of your vast dark hair

My lips coil and hiss
As they slither up to kiss
Your charming dark hair
My tongue like a kid with a bow
Playing tic-tac-toe
In your sandy dark hair
My teeth like whales with the waves
Crash ashore to their graves
On your electric dark hair
My veins like spiders weave silk
And cry over spilt milk
On your perfect dark hair

And I'm thankful you share
All the delights of your astonishing dark hair
I play solitaire
For the wild card of your delicate dark hair

And as my head dips into you
I scream hallelujah
In the church of your dark hair
I eat the bread and drink the wine
And I pull out of the shrine
Of your holy dark hair

And I say a prayer
On my knees to your sacred dark hair
And shaking I swear
To the god of your hallowed dark hair

Though I've already been blessed
I kneel down to confess
To your forgiving dark hair
As I'm there on my shins
I surrender my sins
To your angelic dark hair
The guilt my love has carried
Say a thousand Hail Marys
To your virgin dark hair

And I don't know where
To find the moon in your cloudy dark hair
It just isn't fair
You've got too much of this beautiful dark hair

• Alternative
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• Summit