My dreams just turned to chalk
I sacrificed life and limb for bone and lust
You can feel the guilt in my touch
Able to see the skeleton frame
This flesh once had breath
I bury myself in yesterday's

Sweet surrender
Unbutton my shirt
Wash my breast with your sweat
Fiddle my ******* with your spit
Use your fingertips as hang gliders
Meet me under your sun
That way I know you are coming

We didn't have a chance to be anything other than each other
Separated at womb
never allowing myself to allow myself to think about you
Sometimes caterpillars are just caterpillars and not butterflies
It just wasn't your time

I don't understand the math in this
Just trying to maintain the humanity in this
I pray on my hands and feet in remembrance
Oh ye of little faith
I have been treading so lightly
Picking up my fever  
Basking in the moments that I know are direct challenges from the sky
Too young for big and too old for small

I recommend culture on evenings such as these
I said I wouldn't write about this today
But I found excitement in discovering bridges that gap
There isn't enough water on earth to cover what I've done
But there is enough hope in my belly to feed a man goodwill

Sitting under the moon
Talking to myself
Thinking about you
Suffering from separation
Elated at the idea
Scared of the potential
Making myself believe
Struggling with change
Chasing truth
I believe in our tomorrow

Just so you know
I believed in the moment
I trusted the idea
I lent my heart a piece of mind
I used my feet as maps
I baptized your words in my soul
I told my eyes you were God
I dreamed of watching you grow into a grandfather clock
I thought maybe I could show you what it's like to give morals life
To unchain yourself from structures of unholiness
How to straighten your spine after the world tries to bend your character
Perhaps there will come a time between now and the afterlife when we will meet
somewhere between God and Heaven
But in the meantime make sure she doesn't let the rain fall on your sandcastle
And remember the creator built an umbrella in my left arm and a pillow in my right palm
Sincerely,
Formerly yours