Fill my heart with sweetness
And gauge our breadth of love.
And write a melody
Of you and I engulfed in waves
Of serendipity.
Write a sonnet filled with words
That speak of our oblivion
To all the hurting loneliness
That dwells and thrives inside.

Remind me of the times before
In which I knew you not,
When all was well but all was hell
Within the scatters of myself  
That lay upon the stage
Splayed out for judgement day.

Remind me of the times before
In which I knew you not,
When I would sell my heart unknowing
Of the pain that was to follow.

Remind me of the times to come
In which I love you not,
When I'll let go of all of this mess
And cease to cause further distress.

Tears of the seven dwarfs
Drowned the casket made of glass
Where Snow White lies lifeless...

Prayers of the seven dwarfs
Ordered god to stop the time
Be it a hundred years
We'd wait for Snow to open her eyes...

Dreams are so fickle a thing
Vivid, intense in the moment
You can feel her hand in yours
Taste her kiss lingering upon your lips
Hear the beautiful sounds of her laughter
But in a moment, all gone
The shrill screams of an alarm
Shattering the tranquility of a moment
Found only in your dreams

Men with rambling fever
Are born not bred
Their diagnoses are terminal
No cure but to go
And they sell their souls to the devil
For a train to hitch a ride on
And they'll die along the highway
While their women stay home
Remaking beds
That have never been slept in

I slept in this morning
Even though I didn't need to
I stretched my limbs
Out into the ocean
Trying to stay afloat alone in my bed
And through my spyglass
I still couldn't find the edge of it
No body of land to stand solidly on
I concluded that beds must be round
Orbiting microcosms floating through apartments
I got up and didn't tuck the sheets in
I got up and didn't make it

I didn't make it through college
Because as soon as I got settled
Into my air mattress
I un-made it
Everything called my name
I tried to ignore the voices
I tried to avoid them
But the mattress deflated quickly
The sails inflated cleaner than a cloudy day
The maps on my wall needed navigating
I had too much exploring to do

I've read about explorers
Men who made their fortunes
Hunting gold and looting temples
Never returning home
Because the beds they left, they had already met
Men who mapped the oceans
And gave their names to continents
Practically for free

I will freely admit that I'm like them
Unable to stop myself
From risking it all
For a chance at nothing at all
Unable to stay in one place
For long enough
To make my bed and lie in it
I will freely admit that rambling fever
is not ladylike
I will freely admit I'm an
Unsettled woman
I will freely admit
I shed lives and beds with purpose
I shed lives and beds like skin