Emily Hurd: SONGS

Every time you’re near, everything I hear in my ears is your rhythm.
Movin me inside, startin with my eyes, every time you look in em.
It rises and it falls—kinda like a pulse—racing all through my bones.
And as you lay me down gently on the ground, I look around, and I find I’m home.
I’m movin to you, movin to me.
You’re in time with me.

And as you begin to come and take me in, you touch my skin, soft and bare.
And you rake your hands through the auburn and golden strands of my hair.
Tempo’s pickin up—heavy as a drum—liftin me up to the ceiling.
And the music swelled, but I couldn’t tell.
All I felt was the feeling.

My mind goes numb.
Words become feelings of “hard and soft” when you send tears of sweat down my neck and kiss em off.
Slower now. Lower now.
Don’t know how you know I want you to come into me in time.

And now I’m breathin to the tune comin from the room where I watch you lay beside me,
movin up and down to the steady sound of the beat down deep inside me.
As I watch you rest layin on my chest with your lips pressed to my shoulder,
I brush my finger tips down your back and hips and feel this rhythm all over.


Written by Emily Hurd