One Hundred And Thirteen-Middleman

[00:16.829]Some days she's an hourglass and I'm unfamiliar with mirrors. [00:20.486]Looking in through a window I can't see myself in. [00:23.934]As seconds tick away it's her image to which I'm listening, [00:28.062]Desperate to be a grain of sand and pass through her existence. [00:32.111]Other days she's a guitar I can't play or even tune, with no strings, [00:36.421]And a resonance that swallows my acoustics. [00:39.791]Occasionally she's a diabolo pirouetting on its end, [00:43.108]Walking like a tornado hoola-hooping gold-plated halo trends. [00:47.340]She carries the momentary taste of honeysuckle lipstick [00:51.128]On snug-fitting, full flavour, money-shot lips. [00:54.916]Her smile is a lesson in the anthropometrics of kissing [00:58.547]In ways the average man will span a lifetime without missing. [01:02.517]Most days she sheds great white smiles like snakeskin while shopping, [01:06.279]Stopping to pocket free cookies and extra shots in her coffee. [01:09.805]She's a slow leaking flesh wound you can hold in your hands. [01:13.645]She speaks with a soft, French-caramel timbre [01:17.381]Of boutique-chiffon quality at everyday pricelessness, [01:21.169]Dressed in violent animal passion, with liquid pitch locks [01:24.930]That float like she's underwater and dye the air almost Hitchcock: [01:29.058]Diluted oils on cartridge paper, leaving 3D maps you can't switch off. [01:40.996]Her favourite feeling is the way rain plays telepathy(She will warm you up) [01:44.601]Her favourite sound is unbounded energy(And then she'll fight you off,) [01:48.336]Her favourite smell is momentary sanity(And leave you trapped enough) [01:52.176]Her favourite shape is being attractive as gravity(So you won't hear another word,) [01:56.121]Her favourite flavour is swimming pool chlorine(You won't hear another word) [02:00.065]Her favourite number is one hundred and thirteen(That she says.) [02:03.801]Her favourite colour to paint in is transparency [02:07.144]And her favourite words to say no to are 'will you marry me'. [02:26.031]I want to learn her by rote and still be surprised [02:29.766]When she holds the lump in my throat with that knife in her eyes. [02:34.050]She tells my life story in silence but still talks the talk [02:37.472]And raises money for confident conversation with a sponsored walk. [02:42.148]She donates a regular beat from her small-chamber left atrium [02:45.623]Precariously balanced on the edge of overt altruism. [02:49.698]She says what she wants and I take her at her word, [02:53.067]Manipulate the letters to form anagrams of thoughts I've overheard. [02:57.325]They sound like a barbershop quartet through a weeping saxophone [03:00.956]Staining eardrums previously dyed in monotone. [03:04.927]Most days she thinks I'm a monochrome joker card in bass relief, [03:08.401]Staring from my fixed position at her Technicolor masterpiece. [03:12.659]And she gets precious if I tread near her pretty painter feet, [03:16.473]Of course I won't trample on them, but they need air to breathe. [03:20.313]So on days when I skate towards her she lays down gravel, [03:23.735]And I've tried to orbit her gorgeousness but I'm unable to travel. [03:27.288]I've memorised her delicate constellations of imperfections [03:31.337]For when I'm a little dejected and need something to reflect on. [03:35.543]And I keep bottles of her reflection in my medicine cabinet, [03:38.965]Between the plasters and the Prozac, for when I need something drastic. [03:43.144]She plucks stars from scarred skies to decorate self-raising cakes [03:47.115]That I have and eat, scrapes a knife full of space, [03:50.458]Spreads soft night over my toasted daydreams. [03:54.063]And I'll never understand her but I know just what she means. [04:06.393]Her favourite feeling is the way rain plays telepathy(She will warm you up) [04:09.998]Her favourite sound is unbounded energy(And then she'll fight you off,) [04:13.838]Her favourite smell is momentary sanity(And leave you trapped enough) [04:17.678]Her favourite shape is being attractive as gravity(So you won't hear another word,) [04:21.440]Her favourite flavour is swimming pool chlorine(You won't hear another word) [04:25.567]Her favourite number is one hundred and thirteen(That she says.) [04:29.172]Her favourite colour to paint in is transparency [04:32.490]And her favourite words to say no to are 'will you marry me'. [04:36.800]Her favourite feeling is the way rain plays telepathy(She will warm you up) [04:40.561]Her favourite sound is unbounded energy(And then she'll fight you off,) [04:44.401]Her favourite smell is momentary sanity(And leave you trapped enough) [04:48.189]Her favourite shape is being attractive as gravity(So you won't hear another word,) [04:52.055]Her favourite flavour is swimming pool chlorine(You won't hear another word) [04:55.843]Her favourite number is one hundred and thirteen(That she says.) [04:59.735]Her favourite colour to paint in is transparency [05:03.053]And her favourite words to say no to are 'will you marry me'.