I wave my hand in the ***** sink water,
It's bad poetry.

I spew absurdities and give half gifts
Awkward to receive a half-stitched pair of pants or a bunch of flowers with all the wild parts, no cup or vase or plastic, bows

I let my mind leak and spill
It's not popular, it's lazy
And i'm in my own little world

If I painted you a mural in the sky
Imbued with this love of mine
Could it touch you, untainted
By the steady seep of lies?

They seem to find us anywhere
Like little snakes in grass
The grass that is our mouth and hands
And which surrounds us as we pass.

But whenever I'm with you
My eyes are steady as the sun
I never stop to second guess the one.

The sun that holds us all together
Gingerly between
A fatal radiation
Where beauty can be seen

And felt, reverberations
Of the aforementioned grace
I contemplate here in your arms
Here, where I found your face.

If the stars that shine in heaven
Counted our moments together,
I'd want more than all that number,
More than a heaven of stars.

And if every day that I'll love you
Will put one more star up above you,
When our days are at their twilight,
We'll have a heaven of stars.