What would you call a man lying in bed
with your name in his head
and the words to a book he never read out to you?
What would you do, if all that you knew
was you planted your heart but nothing ever grew,
if nothing took root?
And where would you go, if all left to show
after four years of dinners and movies and shows
and drives through the snow
and drives through the woods
and everything good in the touch of his hand
was the face of a man --
just the face of a man
and a feeling you once but no more understand
what excited you so?
How would you sleep in a foreign city
if the stars in your sky when you look up at night
weren't the ones from your birth,
and the last place on earth that you thought you would miss
was the same place you'd inked on the skin of your wrist?
And who do you kiss?
Do her lips taste like wine or do they taste like his?
Do the boys wish to know you by heart or by bed?
Do you ever instead
think of a life you gave up for a life,
think of the man who wished you for his wife?
Devin is a singer/songwriter living in Seattle, hailing from Midwestern roots as he spent most of his life around Kansas
City. His style is primarily acoustic indie/folk, mixing autobiographical flavors into his fiction of poetry and music. Songs tend toward narrative verse, with lyrics and feeling taking front row center, often complemented by guitar, keyboard, and bass....more