Deliver Me to the Basque Country

With K. Finneran

I want to be part of this magnetic tide
Reaching deep into pride
Bring me your face, your arms,
Your country farms,
Near you I have no alarm
A kiss in the cold, a touch in the dark
Your body against me, an unusual spark
Three times I circled your jowels and broke through the crowd
Into your sweet escape, I removed the loud
Travelled the hills and felt your lips
Your pagan hands, upon my hips
In the end we’re on your side
Not along for the ride
Just fighing for your pride
Everything I feel inside
It pulls me from the inside out
To the Basque country, I am so devout

November 21, 2013