A letter to P.J. Harvey | Nick Cave, 1996

Nick Cave, P.J. Harvey, 1996
Polly Jean, I love you. I love the texture of your skin,
the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears.
I love every inch and every part of your entire body.
From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet,
to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair.
I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.
Nick Cave, a letter to P.J. Harvey, 1996

1 thought on “A letter to P.J. Harvey | Nick Cave, 1996

  1. With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face
    Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass
    She's got a house-big heart where we all live
    And plead and council and forgive
    Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed
    Her glove of bones at her wrist
    That I have held in my hand
    Her Spanish Fly and her monkey gland
    Her Godly body and its fourteen stations
    That I have embraced, her palpitations
    Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy"
    Against the rubble of her body
    Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped
    Her fingernails, all pink and chipped
    Her accent which I'm told is broad
    That I have heard and has been poured
    Into my human heart and filled me
    With love, up to the brim, and killed me
    And rebuilt me back anew
    With something to look forward to
    Well, who could ask much more than that?
    A West country girl with a big fat cat
    That looks into her eyes of green
    And meows, "He loves you", then meows again

    West Country Girl / Nick Cave / 1997


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