I want to be
The burn hole on your hoody.
A flickering memory
Of glowing embers;
Of you holding me.

Don't chase happiness
It's a fleeting feeling.
This is what they say
To keep me from weightless reeling.

I'm bobbing in the ocean
Barely grasping the crest.
Searching for joyous commotion
To lift fears of losing from my chest.

Riches can be lost, homes can crumble down.
Sunshine, my anthem of success,
I wish to drape me like evening gown.

I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.

But I
Need
What
We
Have.

But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.

My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.

But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.

But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.

Time is a human construction;
If you reject time you can transcend it.
I'll count my time on earth by action;
Watch minutes tick upon fires I've lit.

You know those kids spritzing febreeze perfume,
Rollin' by, no curfew soon.
Shades on past the afternoon,
They have what they need and they don't need you.

Don't you see
I can't be hurt?
Light your torch;
I can't be burnt.

Don't you see
My eyes search yours?
Poison me;
I'll find your cure.

Don't you see
Love only grows?
Like a river,
Imbibes you and flows.

You are the smell before the rain,
The blood rushing through my veins.
You're the late night call with no kiss goodnight,
The wings upon which my mind takes flight.
You are the summer breeze dancing on my skin,
The pandemonium: manic uproar and din.
You're the hands slapping beats on a dark steering wheel,
The twangy whirring of an old fishing reel.