I'm holding out for better days,
but while I'm here,
while I wait,
I'd really love a drink.
Or some dust to take me through the clouds.

I have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding
into blue green skies.
Or maybe cat puke melding with the emerald
carpet beneath my feet.
Some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and
pristine but elusive.
I have no idea what I'm going on about but I
know it is important.

You are soft, fleshy between my fingers. Between my teeth.
Like biting into a peach, the pull of skin before the real fruit is bared.

My eyes, they wander like a monarch in summer
And I guess I do understand
But the lovergirl in me,
Wishes faithfully,
To do right by your shaking hands

I tried to say aloud,
I love you and I'm proud,
I suppose skin-to-skin it's true
But when I'm out and all alone,
I'm looking for the best,
When all I should see is you

And I know what they say,
You feel it when it comes
Maybe I will never know
My silver heart clangs,
Fighting with my brain
On whether I should stay or go