When I was very young
and you were very, very young
We both fresh
overwhelmed
staring at our guardian stars
with a growing envy of life

When I was young
and you were very, very young
my face just turning to look inside me
yours
on the fights up above
our souls aghast at the clashes of brilliance

When I was very young
and you were very, very young
we played in the midnight sand
my skin warmed by a morning tan
your mind just beginning to dawn

When I was young
and you were very, very young
I took your hand to lead you along
down a road I too was led upon

I don't know when it began
Birth, likely
or maybe womanhood,
when that certain sort of eye to eye
that admiring connection
always fired failed affection
failed
for I have only two kinds
of deep friendship direction
and your slipping out of either one

Creeping through my late night dreams
I hear you calling out to me

Your eyes shine brightly ocean blue
and then I fall back down for you

Hold my heart and let it beat
Bump bump bee bump in the street

The streets of my brain echo loud
praying that you can hear the sound

Crashing glass as pieces fall
my heart is breaking after all

Cause I awoke and all I see
is darkness, O! twas just a dream

Screaming out at its last gasp
My heart is belting "Free At Last!"

If I were to compare you to food
you would be ice cream
I can't eat ice cream
wild orange ice cream
or passion fruit and mango
exotic and forbidden

If I were to compare you to music
it would be violin Brahms
you look like Joshua Bell, you know
The sweetest music I've heard,
though you certainly don't calm me

If I were to compare you to flora,
You would be orange and purple roses
excitement and enchantment
love at first sight

If I were to compare my affections to reality
they would only inhabit a book
an uninspired novel
*which I should put down right away

I tend to shy away from makeup
I rarely pick up spray or brush
My heart is in flesh beating
and will one day turn to dust

I don't want to put forth creme facade
so you grimace when it rains
the trails of salt from filmy tears
are all that streak my face

If foreign objects draw you
jeweled tones upon the eyes
I do not fault your fancy tastes
or call concealer lies

But love is not burst into fire
by the curving of a kohl stick
And cheeks that redden with a kiss
are all that I would wish
to feed the flame upon the wick
that brightens and brings higher
two souls too bright to miss