Brian only knew that he felt alive. Nothing else…

Her hair on his arms as they danced, her heart in his hands. They drifted across an empty floor. He knew just that she made him want to be there, and nowhere else in the world. it’s all he could think about, yet even in this childish state, he knew more than she did. She knew how to dance, that much was clear. But she didn’t know she was dancing with wolves. She could play a beat, but tonight she was playing with fire. The kind that burns villages down.

The music kept them alive, like gas does a flame. The air pushed them around, like the children they were. That pure energy brought by fearlessness and stupidly at the same time to bring a mood to life that never existed, but was created for just this moment.

I wish everyone knew how sweet it is to be loved by you
To explore the ***** down your back and the comfort of your chest
To see you smile from the bed of your pillow as the sunrays grace your cheek
And to graze the tip of your nose with theirs until lips touch and everything else becomes secondary characters it the moment built for you embrace

She beams on me
I thought the heavans had opened
Touches my skin
And burned me smooth and golden
For crying out loud
Her hands are molten
I'm pulled into her orbit
But this air is potent
My body is whipped from spinning in this motion
I could drown in all of her
My feet's already soaking
And consume the lot of her
Until I'm bloated
And to relieve the pain
They need to split me open
To reveal that she filled me
To the extent that I've been hoping

The sadness of our existence is that we have the enormity of pulsating breathing, conversing and erupting life bursting in and through our veins,
But we only exist to a tiny portion of the other existing objects that walk on and off the universal planes
And to most, we only exist to a tiny portion of our own brains

Its unfair that I spend my whole life being poor
And that the idea of money follows me around even into deep sleep
Every day has a monetary value because time is money my friend
Zar hovers over me and hides in the corners of my eyes
he tied himself to my ankles when I was born and as a consequence I'm forced to drag him along with me as I climb the account balance ladder
never able to reach the top because of the weight bonded to my feet
I drag you around, you are now my shadow
Oh lord zar who resides in the house of wallet
The more of you I have the more I want
So I'll spend my whole life being poor

I'm not the me who can be with the she I believe
I'm not the she that can belong to the he either it seems
If I be the me that I desire to see me complete
then the crease in my sheets will never come out or be clean
and the mirror that reflects the her will  never have sheen
so the me that I need will never be seen
not by the them or the they or the eyes that they keep
and the she that I seek will be covered from these
and the hurt it would cause will become her disease
so I'll keep the me I maybe could be
in the silence and chambers of my secretes and dreams

oh to sleep and retire from myself
to have my legs and and arms drift through the folds of my sheets
yet even if they wonder
I will follow in between
and form pictures that try to explain what my eyes have seen
and carried in my skull and buried underneath
escape is to wake and control what can creep
and leak into my sight and seep  from the deep
in the daytime my secretes are trinkets for me to keep
that at night I surrender to  the helplessness of sleep