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