It struck me tonight
How impressive it is
The deftness of your tongue
Coaxing life
Out of shy, windless nights
I still remember
Sitting by your side
As your laughter floated westward
The bashful heavens made to blush
And you
Conducting an orchestra
Of sweet vivid flowers
Wet petals falling from your lips
Kissing me gently on the cheek
Painting cursive
On the sky's horizon
My words will never be so
Delicate
They are stiff; they are tired
They are made to roam abandoned alleys
And grow old in the open hands
Of a book
So speak to me
Drip your honeyed breath onto my chest
With shallow sighs
Wrap the fingers of your conversation
Around my hand
And don't let go

You can have a pistol in the small of your back
And still have your heart upon your sleeve
While mine slips into my palms before it jumps down my throat
My fingers draw across its strings now you know exactly where I stand
One plus one is two but did you ever feel one plus one equals one
You have to face it sometime and maybe now is right-and-ready
Full on there-you-go maybe tonight's not the night, let's not

Girl, instead of putting on a masquerade
Why don't we speak to one another
Communication is vital and necessary
It will heal our hearts and bring us together
Girl, our love is tender and true
This is about us two
The tense moments will disappear
And we will guide our way through

I’m the person I know best, but there’s still so much I don’t know. How strange to be a stranger even to yourself.

I've got no pre-planned preparations
Hidden in my purse

That silly thing
I called a dream
Swayed to the point
Of extinction

And collections I once had -
Of where to be and why
To be there

Were nothing but clouds
Like every other thought
Now dust in the wind
Of all things ever sought.