She sees the moon
while we toss the bags,
while we sit and chat.

She sees the moon
with her head tilted up
to take a swig of beer.

She sees the moon
while I stutter
in the sunlight.

She sees the moon,
and I'm driving
just a little too fast.

She sees the moon
from the open door
of my grandfather's garage.

She sees the moon,
and the moon
sees her.

I only see the moon
glimmering,
reflected in her eyes.

I wonder if she
sees the moon too,
reflected in mine.

Dad ain't taught me much,
but one lesson stuck with me
after all these years.

He taught me how to disappear.

But now I'm alone
because he never told me
the rest of the story.

I never learned how to return.

I guess I'll keep waiting
for him to finish
teaching me.

I'm good at waiting.

See what's there to be seen,
green,
lovely greens.

Looking into your twin emeralds
as they shimmer
so brilliantly.


Up here on top.
Come sit with me.

A tattoo of a wrench?
Maybe a door, or a tower?
I'd consider it,
just maybe.

Yet what if those interests leave me?

What if I got a tattoo of a heart,
one that used to belong to me?
Would I be forever condemned
to a bittersweet fate of longing?

Forget all of that,
you look so **** pretty.
The first one tasted like I want another,
so come over here again
and just kiss me.

Let's tie our
shadows in a knot.

They writhe
on the bedroom wall.

Bedside lamp bathes
with light.

Sheets piled up
every night.

Let's tie our
shadows in a knot,

make them dance
on the bedroom wall.

Girl, womanhood's a boon.

Shine sunlight on your
orchid in full bloom.

Girl, we'll reap, for we've sown.

Your pink flower's slick with
early morning dew.

Mouth watering, do you salivate too?

Taste me, tasting the
spring sweetness of you.

Planted, that fertile soil in June.