You never say a word
As I stroke your skin,
Tracing the veins along your arm -
Just watch my fingers
Traveling the road map of the blood
That courses through your body.
I have tried so many times
To find a different path
Discover a detour
But I have only found a common route -
Whatever vein I choose,
It leads to your open hand, outstretched
The only place I feel at home.

I want to sink into your soul and seek shared sunsets.
Curl up in your arteries and get lost in your horizon.

Refresh me like a new day.
Encase me.
Embrace me.
Erase me.
I want to get lost in you.

I dream of you in colors that don’t exist.
Speak of you in words unfathomed.
You’re a new creation.
Mine.

Consume me.

Refuse me.

Use me.
I want to find myself in you.

Listen up, sweater.

   take good care of my love now

         when her joy is boundless, hop around like a fool and
         revel in the excitement of each crisp little sound

                and in the cold nights lay warm beside her, whether as
                pillow or cuddlee and be the soft whisper for hands to hold
                the mooring point for beautiful dreams

                       (you are hers while I'm away because
                             I am hers no matter where I go)

            and in that rustle of fabric, that cloth to smooth skin
            do speak my name
                                 and retain all our scents when we laughed in her
                                 arms so she'll smile and close her eyes and
                                 burrow into you

listen up, sweater.
               take good care of my love now

On the eve of the
    time when I saw
          you in lights
              there arises a feeling of aging

      am I yours, are you mine, there we
                   are holding hands spending
                       time that will let us (someday
                                    we'll settle down)
another year,
        another number written
                  on a sleeping page
             (they've gone and shaken awake every
                      dreaming soul to ask them what
                                    it is you could be calling
                                                         ­ me to say)

  talk about the house that we will
                    buy and decorate to
                              be our home

(I like to picture us there on our own)
                        it keeps me focused
                        and warms my bones
        look how we've grown

When I lap like green-gray waves at rocks grown
    tired of holding themselves upright, collapsed into
          weary sand that props toes like a damp pillow

And you breeze, clouds tasting raindrops like children
    forever adrift, sailing between future hopes that shine
               through dark blue sky like candle-flame eyes

Our worlds collide in a marriage of foam and spray
                 harmony at its finest

Watched the rain pour
Felt the wind blow
Hugged a friend
laid your feet along the shore
Wanted to talk to her
Wanted to talk to him
Wanted more confidence
Wanted to dance
Wondered about tomorrow
Wanted another chance
Truly taken what's yours
Done something about it
Watched them walk away
Said today is the day it all gets better
*Have you ever?

These tired eyes have closed
To dream of better days, better times
"One day I will get out of this god forsaken place"
Too many times I've had egg on my face
I've always been lost in reality but the gravity is much worse
No choice or chance for me to grab, we can't all be winner eh?
In my head is the safest, come take shelter
For reality comes knocking with much more than harsh words
Choices to make no time to waste
Time to get out of this god forsaken place
Off to the land in my head safer than a fallout zone
No trouble in sight, in my head...all alone