With this flame
I tread water
And with these strokes
I'm hitching it on the road through the burned zones
As a toothpick forest drops from the strings to ***** the sky that
Held no water rain
but rained down ******
For
I tread water with this flame

We missed the showers by a night
To crumple together into this human ball
Or breaths and pecks and soft love, touching *******

I want to call it 9:30 again
Turn the lights out and slide
Into bed, with your hands rwching for mine
Hearing your soft smile through the pitch dark

You make me feel human
Capable of emotions other than rejection and resentment
You make me feel wanted
As though I'm something special and
It makes me cry.

The aftermath
is almost worse than the surprise and maybe
It's just me-
Wrecked after every time we hang out
Becoming so close and intimate and vulnerable with you
Getting into the mindset that we'll be this way for a good while
But we wake up, like a one night stand
And we have to say goodbye
It wrecks me

But it's demanding to be felt now
So I will not hold back even though I'm weak
And I realize after you leave each time
That I'm alone, in a new city, friendless, homeschooled
I don't really have a life anymore
And maybe that's why
Waking up is the worst part
Because we have to throw clothes on a just say goodbye

And I want to steal you for more than a couple hours in an afternoon
Or for a night
I'm clingy and I don't want to let you go.
Because even though I know it's not
It feels like we are so separated. And

It kills me every time I know you left and are doing your life thing.

The aftermath is sometimes worse than the surprise for me.

In a kiss I taste star dust
A super nova teaming within you
Through a glance I play out black holes in your pupils
Finally grasping what it is to return home-

-Fire soaring to lick at the domed painting that's repainted each night
Afflicting our compass rose as the grass
Lifts graciously to Heaven like God himself is runnning his hand through it
And his rain splatters all around the embers

Let me return you back home
Stumbling, fumbling for the door
Where God sleeps
And angels play
To clap our thunder
And stomp the rains
Onto this compass rose grass

I'll bring the false keys to keep us out forever
With your lips glazed a constellation
Moon speckled freckles across your back
And super massive black holes appearing in each blink
There's no need to be a part of God's Factory
Let's be held here in this space between
Compass rose grass arching to flow under our heels
And the sky bowing to us

Let me take you almost home
Where there's a hazy pink shadowing us
Allow me to escape capture
Gather the shameless beauty you hold and lay it over the horizon

And let me take you almost back to home-

City storms and maddening proposals
why not stay simple and kiss
No extravagent nights hitting the shops
"But the economy dropped" you hear
Then lets follow  back to simpler rooms
To the uncut fields  and
life support barn frames that glint softly
through the cowboy hat reflections
Take to the tire swing dragging over seams of the hurt skies
Scraping the bottom of the barrels

Go to the old country and in
our eyes
the metalic skin does not envy us
For it has novels it wrote to speak

Lets make it new again
Pulling the ashtray clouds
And gasoline tears through the messy cottontails
Let us not be caught as we adventure
Inside thickets of pasts and childhood books

We were the ones
Stuck at the back of the class
Because of the signs taped to the front saying
Beware of Dog and Live on the Moon
And through the galaxies filling our heads and the
closed war through the monkey bars
We ran. We ran like this was tag and being tagged was to be shot
No matter what you are, you are the same as me, as her, as him
We're all made up of star dust

Hang these flags as you would have our heads
Trapped from snapshots of two men in one cot
And even when
They weren't lusting, sinning, thrusting
How is it that that is what the puzzle makes out to be
One was terrified of the thunder and lightning
The other looking out for another
But as soon as you conjure up the word brother
All Hell breaks loose and the Chruches scream

Even when the two long haired women tangle together
Scandalous and ****, profits and party
Based on their bust size and hair length
Throw in the noun sister and you have a sold out show

Selective, seducing, masquerades and markets
Like we are some animals bound to your chain
Cut along my veins and hold me to the light anf read me
Etched among myself are the scriptures of the already spoken
And the nes who aren't there yet.

We cannot hold the right to complain or banter
if we were not out in the streets, protesting, saying.

And we've all be persuaded into believing it's a blue sky
Until someone walks up and says it's purple
And the churches will look it up in their books
But who has time now adays for reading?