Patrick Wescott Poems

Give to me one more kiss.
Impart your spirit on my memory.
Chill my heart with a touch.
Ignite me with a glance.
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(For Jim Morrison)

The Indian's soul embrassed you,
on that lost desert highway.
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Once again I've returned,
here I sit watching ghosts.
In the house of the haunted
where I buried the past.
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Tie me down and set me free.
Peer into me and make me sting.
Flay my flesh, release my soul.
Make me cry, make me bleed.
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May I come and walk your shores,
would you take me in?
Show me around and
climb the mountains with me?
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I've walked the streets of London.
Set sail for the shores of France.
Found tequila
on the beaches of mexico.
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You've turned my world around,
you came without warning.
You've trashed all my views,
flipped my realm on its head.
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Take a walk down rainbow corridors,
step into the great white hall,
and there you will find the door.
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Let us tempt fate,
just one more time
just one last time.
Let us bluff the Reaper,
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Your imprint still sits on your pillow.
Blankets lay balled from your last slumber.
I turned out your light as angels watch,
and touched where you slept and dreamt away.
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