find me a cave that I can crawl into
so that I may not see the light on your face again.
take me into the dark where dew and dank
cover-all and seep between the rest.

won't you let me dream?
won't you let me sleep?
dear, this here, will not suffice.
show me those blues or I will become that hermit.

bearded and away in the mountains,
unaware of my appearance more than hair and stench.
distant, both in mind and body, purposefully so.
please dear, find me a cave or let me to crawl into you.

I am warmer than the fire I can make
I can feed you more than the meal placed on your plate
you know my heart is heavy with the weight of love for you
so make me that cave I may crawl into

powerlines and dandelions point me toward
where the morning sun may rise.
the sky still glows a dawning blue
that reminds me of things i'd like to soon forget.

cosmic pinholes and the creators thumb nail
hang high but will soon be lost by breaking light.
clouds begin to take their shape but only
while they also radiate an entirely new shade and hue.

my bare-feet are smothered in September's dew
and my skin in contact with the earth begins to swell.
each step I take wets the tops of my toes and collects clippings
and critters that join me for my morning stroll.

i can't wait to see the sunrise.
like the first time i watched it rise over the ocean,
or that time i saw it peak over the distant mountains ridgeline.
that moment of knowing epiphanies do not exist.

you're loosing me at daybreak
and I'm learning to let go when all I want to do is squeeze
but I am as uncertain here as I am there
so I will let it be

as best i can, even when i don't know how.

gimme your gap tooth and breath that i admire
darling please, allow my reverie to reconstruct
a world in which i needn't ask or plan for your presence,
but one where your body is certain
and words misrepresent the truths we hold dear.

simply stated, exist around me
so that we may stay one, together.

place your fingers tips above my brow
in the early morning light
and comb my furrows clean with that identity all your own
soothe my worried soul in ways no abused substance has
and show me the calm that rests deep within this chaos.

simply stated, press your skin against mine
with the weight you choose to carry.

lovely, remember what I whispered
before I kissed your forehead.
that my love for you will change,
but never did I say quite how.

we destroyed the forest to trade for a cleaner field
and saw the sunshine crash without protection
I've been dreaming deeply,
with vivid, mind-altering recollection

and wonder if you know.

the seeds took soon after being sowed
and the creek watered each well placed plow.
there are thoughts I have through out each day
and you remain primary and proud.

but you're not that seed within my garden
I can't protect you from the sun
or ensure your roots from coming undone
but I am a farmer that loves this land

and the wild it can bring.

i tried to email my ego
an image on self awareness
but I couldn't locate a recipient
so the email wouldn't send.

I can smell the walnut dust blooming through my toes
I can taste the wormwood tea long past my final sip
but the thought of you can't seem to find an exit

we are spiders weaving webs between the same two trees
hoping to ensnare the other while losing sight of our own webs;
lay down your silk and rest with me a while

time has not offered itself as the tool for our creation
we are born on opposite ends, east and west,
sunrise and sunset, in between there is sunshine and peace

the looks you give me and gazes that you hold
drifts bodies further than the drowning in rip tide
darling i can swim so please don't be shy

you've stolen my mind
and I've given you my soul
so pull our bodies closer and deny this distance that we keep

i am the romantic and you will be the realist
forever contradicting,
until the day we choose another.

like a plastic bag or paper receipt
i can only keep the idea of you for so long
the 30 day policy for returns will shortly expire
and past that point, the energy and headspace
your memory consumes
will slowly eat away at my abilities to adapt to an ever
changing environment and i don't like being left behind
baby, i like to do more than survive

but i know somewhere in the shell of a head i hold
is a gigabyte of your data with the strongest pathways
to pleasure and pain, smiles and rain, love and lust
somewhere i'll hide the key in hopes you'll one day return
and unlock this place i hold for you
but for now i require an external hard-drive to export my emotions
to keep me from loving you