Dangling time in front of my face.
A rythmic ace.
East to west. East to west.
Ensnared.
By this chain as it wraps around my chest.
Hexed, dancing towards the edge of a chasm.
C ontorting for you cynicism
               U nvieling for you undived attention.
     R easoning for your recoilation.
    S alivating for your sensuality.
E xcusing your erosion.   ----
D ancing in my delusion. ---
You are the jack of spades.
A master of trades.
Colder than the queen of diamonds you've plucked from my mind and displayed.
I am the rabbit you'll rip from your mad hatter.
Impatiently awaiting my own dismal disaster.
Pounding my fists;
"Make this trick go faster!"
Getting mixed up with an illusionist was hasty and unplanned;
As my courage melts, he strokes my cheek
With his sleight of hand.

I am the creamy glass of milk
you've stolen from the easterners gods you're hastily slurping down
"for my own good".
Willing myself to turn sour in your mouth.
Begging you to spit me out, because I'd rather be anywhere other than splashing around your rotten yellowed teeth.
Mindful of the approaching date you've slapped on my side,
robbing me of my cured potential, so rich and golden.
As I'm sliding down your throat I cheers to hoping I curdle your stomach, like you've curdled mine.

I make love to the son of Francisco Alcarez.
He keeps me warm when I am frigid.
He lights a fire within me when I am frozen.
They say he makes your clothes fall off,
and oh Francisco Alcarez,
you've given me your magic.
Weber Blue agave are your eyes.
You've brought your chaos from the south of freedom, so stab it into my stomach.
~It's not the worst thing thats been stabbed into my stomach~
I think I've cracked you open, but- you've uncorked me.
Slide me into the bliss I've missed, waiting for you~
Tear me away from my cyclical thoughts,
Smooth out my mind,
Kiss me gently and watch me cringe with sour pleasure.
But, lets keep this affair private~
I don't think they understand--- I need you.

Watching you stumbling through your chords I swear to whatever the **** we call god, I saw you for the very first time.
P0etic and afraid.
B0ld and timid.
Moving through time on the wavelengths your fingers said were appropriate.
Unsure and solid.
But most of all h0nestly eager.
I soak you up as you glance my way.
You see a city beneath your surface.
I say a universe~
I told you I saw it in your eyes.
Little brown nebulas dying to escape.
I see it now~
Like the color blue.
I am the egyptians and you are my sky.
Shine on Geminii.

You're on the other side of the world, and still you don't feel so far away. Almost like my mind has created a black hole you live in and the gravity of the situation has bent time and space in half for me.
Maybe thats a far out notion,
But baby you're a far out man.
Your cosmic waves have knocked me out of orbit and thank the divine because I was headed towards a righteous meteor waiting to smash me to bits.
You've shed some light on the darkside of my moon when you fearlessly landed on my daunting craters and planted a flag of freedom.
Is it naive of me to believe in miracles?
But what is this life other than miraculous?
It's like you told me in my dreams-
"You've got to find the cracks in reality".
And that's where I'll meet you m'love.

I lay my red cheek heavily on the wooden walls that have enclosed some existence for... how long?
Planks upon planks of royalty- sliced apart to shelter me. Keeping me safe.
What kind of sound did you make when they cut you down? Did others see? Did you hear their hearts break as you thudded into the ground? Were you proud?
To lose your crown.
And now you're holding your place, as a families base in some nowhere tiny town.
So tell me, What have you seen here?
You freckled knotted wood!
You can trust me, you can tell me!
As I sleep- whisper into my dreams.
Your gorgeous and solemn,
and
your dead silence makes me angry.
My little red cheek blushes even harder at your hollow absence.
Are your secrets trapped forever behind your once so stoic posture?
And if your secrets are lost, can I whisper you mine?
Will you keep them hidden in your history? Add them to your rings?
Remnants of who you were stare back at me.
I guess you could say the same.
You have heard my secrets.
You do hear my cries.
When it's 3 am and the weight of my sorrows is too much for my shoulders, and your floor boards creak, just like you could speak.
You know that sometimes our shelves need dusting.
You offer me a place to whisper more grey matter into the air,
still hoping to lure you out of silence.
It's not fair that you know so much more about my soul.
Could you please tell me what I'm going to sound like when I come thudding down?
Your secrets are too deep.
So I'm left with my little red cheek anxiously pressed against your wooden walls.

If I had the words to say, I'd tell you.
But words are fleeting
and far too many people over
complicate simple meaning.
So I tell you "I love you" and hope that it's enough.
3 little words hang heavy in the air.
They are the gravity.
Or more,
They are the tiny secrets between gravity holding it all together.
I will every molecule in my being to keep them from imploding,
******* along the seams of my skin to make sure everything inside me doesn't come ripping through.
I am a child first playing with fire,
I am the shepherd girl facing my giants with rubies instead of stones.
Burning inside,
I slingshot myself into you,
hoping that,
together,
our explosion will rip apart both our bodies,
our insides will splash across the stars like we always dreamed they would.
Our protons and neutrons amounting to something more than death.
If I had the words to say I'd tell you,
But I love you will never be enough.