in the doorway
the floorspace between
your feet and my
jumbling path
i've become deaf to
whatever ways of love i used to know
in all the terrain that surrounds me
the only way is up
up towards your eyes
up towards the stars

i'm lost in the electricity
of each clever sound sliding from your
lips i can't quit
wrapped in your arms i become
mesmerized by your heartbeat
your chest is my pillow
your skin is my lullaby
you are the peace
that sings away my anxiety

your soft shoulders hold
a freckled galaxy
i love to find constellations
as you slowly breathe
i love to kiss each speck of soft pigment
and press my cheek against
all my favorite parts of you
i'm smitten with your skin
and up towards
your smiling moonlight eyes
i love to catch you watching me
i love to watch you loving me

Delved into the souls of others
my energies, my brain power,
aimed in the opposite direction.
I am the mountain
upon which the clouds sit.
Settling for worn floors,
my feet secretly crave bare earth
and revel in conquering the victory of height
standing where planes fly.
I've been feeding on the concept of hospitality
while the home within my guts slowly shrinks.
My body craves another force of breath.
I find myself lost
in the corner of the room where I sleep.
Watching the work of angels
in a level of atmosphere I've never known,
my posture has been compromised
and I walk with a lean.

placing all our trust in
a little metal box tumbling through the air
looking down on
farmers' fields like checker pieces
huge rivers winding like sunken paths
through sandbox terrain
and glare from the sun shields
terrible mountains
slowly sinking back in jealousy
as we touch an even higher sky
layer upon layer of grey curtain
eventually folds back on itself
to reveal an even greater expanse
of tiny shiny buildings
grids upon grids of humanity
cutting through the planet's skin
leaving tattoos of asphalt
only the sky-dwellers can see
relying on cotton clouds
relying on the breath of the atmosphere
with a soft blow, we're pushed
straight across the sky

warmth begins to set in and the air smells like wood and grass and growing things
you say that I radiate heat
but I think my body is releasing all the love I can't hold inside
the summer energy vibrating in my skin
breeding optimism deep in my soul
the positivity of growth and breathing and survival
sunlight showers me with inspiration until my skin burns in revival
my fingers twitch at each fruity breath of the flowering mother
a tiny desert city's mighty contribution to a world of drought
dry air crackles through my capillaries, always reminding me where I am
surrounded by the muses of the valley
cold, dark, alluring peaks line up on all sides
protecting us within the walls of tireless sunshine

arms outstretched at lengths i can't perceive
i'm waiting at the door
with endless sky before me
and battered terrain beneath my feet
there's a sea of lost souls
crowding at my way out
and it's all i can do to swim through them
because with destiny calling
i can't not answer the phone

i may be chilled to the bone
but that cool spring breeze keeps me alive
cause its that new clean air
that brings the summer to life
and with every laboring sigh of a breath
i feel cold liquid embracing my lungs
and i long for a chest to be pressed against mine
to share the rising and the fall
and the rhythm inside

numbers numbers
i'm gathering information!
is this a bad time?
of course i'd love a cigarette
no i'm not selling anything
i just want to pick your brain
and ask you about any diseases you might have
just gathering some information, ma'am
ma'am?
hello?
please don't call here anymore
ok, we'll try back another time

the neighborhood dogs
disguise themselves as packs of wild animals
they're singing the songs of their ancestors
giving in to that primal urge
to scream of their conquests
the dull, breezy spring starlight
is unimpressed
the city is overcome with sleep
resting hard
waiting for warmth
and the beasts return from their battles
to curl at the feet of their masters
and dream of a savage bloodline
they'll never know