you group these letters on a silver platter
that have slyly slipped from your  siren lips
i,
a simple sailor lost in the mist of your voice,
trapped in the waves
of your heart's ribcage.

i never had the chance to reach the harbor
nor did i want to,
after swallowing your store window words.
your voice is complex lights and welcome signs. 
 las vegas casinos envy the way you sell to the gambling addict,
to the slave of the unknown.

you are that.
a gamble,
advertised as a sure thing.

you are an array of bells and whistles purchased at 5 in the morning on the shopping channel
but when delivered and when your big colour full box is ripped open,
a scared and average appliance is all i find.

Average i know this word scares you.
its the worst thing that can ever become of the extravagant,
of the bold.

but average is comfortable,
average is no more need for shows,
the circus elephant can finally go home.

its real.

its everyday life,
its mix matched socks  and its stolen road signs.

you and i are average in the most unique way
because we mold together layer upon layer and become one of a kind.

the one of a kind I'm proud to call mine,

the you and me combined is something i cannot quite define, in words that is

but in just one kiss

everything begins to exist

words aren't needed,

in this permanent bliss