We can use broken bulbs and punctured egos as excuses for why we couldn't make it out of bed
I know that discovering the language of our bodies will demonstrate a chemistry that will feel like centuries in one night

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

Shaking this parrot off my shoulders
The wind thin enough to slice
My grandpa hides his whisky in the bread box
The egg shells behind his eyelids are proof that life cooked his insides
They are out

Make way for the Heavens are coming back one day
I saved an extra spot on the school bus for you
Strip me of my skin to find the pieces you actually want
They exist somewhere under all the sorrow in my marrow
I will thank midnight for your feet come morning
How monumentally beautiful it is for you to be fond of my smile
Mustering up just enough courage to mention my hair
This  feels like yesterday, almost as if me and God had been here already
Each time the smoke kisses your lips I recognize something new about you
I'm not sure if it's the music or the smell of you next to me but it's rather sensational

Be still
My ego is resting
and I'm watching cigarettes burst into daydreams
Yesterday is exactly what it seems

The next time you touch my thigh
Remind yourself that it's only a taste
The breast, ankle and lamp shade eyelids
are breakfast if you want them to be
I could kiss the romance of other women out of your mouth if you want me to
Milk bones, quail fingers and brown coating
are lunch if you want them to be
I could replace your spine with a magnolia tree but only if you want me to
Roasted brown eyes, ocean deep belly button and wheat *******
Afternoon anatomy
The taste often ruins the feast

Attached to a body that I want to bend out of
Practicing for the day I return my sand to the beach
Laminating all the times the brilliance in my smile swallowed my pride whole
Accepting the opportunity to flush out the karma that made my soul rotten
There is generosity stitched into my teeth
Manners under my nose
and grace carved into the back of my heels
A direct reflection of the Human in God

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

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 guess it makes sense that I would write about you today
Oil in my palm
Raindrops of sweat
Lightbulbs turn into ideas
Butter is for body  
As you are for me

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

This addiction has carried over the brink
Please say different words than the ones you are saying
My drums have lost beat
and my soul be hollow
Protecting my peace got dangerous
Resting my feet
There is no real logic for why we are broken this way
I heard thunder outside but it was just the garbage truck
Coming by to sweep up the yesterdays for God to cash them in as karma
I am drinking beer out of a McDonalds cup at 6:22am
I was 14 when I gave him my parts
He was 21 when he gave them to her

The moments I won't forget as long as I love
The talent of walking
The power of writing
The magic of speaking
The thunder in giving
Become dust with me
Teach yourself how to match my energy

In the softest voice I can muster and the biggest garden I can digest  
Last midnight my breath crawled back into my chest and I was without a doubt paralyzed by my own humility
These gestures stood as lessons of both yeast and bread
As if the smell of God can only be found on the skin of sinners
And under the fingernails of saints

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

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

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