kiss me in your backseat
like nothing has ever been like this before
'cause you kiss like a promise
like you have never wanted anything more
and just maybe, i'm crazy about you baby
and i guess it's a mess but i've always loved messy
and with your lips on my neck, i feel like the best is yet to come
and with my heart on my sleeve, i hope you can see it beats like a drum
and i'm wrapped around your finger and my gaze might just linger on your face
and i can't help but notice what we've made of this moment in this place
in the streetlights, with your brown eyes looking into my heart
hold me tighter, with your bright lights lighting up the dark
you're lighting up
i wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
in this pestilence and heartache,
i doth lie here without remembering
an instance where i shall not stay
in this quietly bleeding prison
my hands have groped the air
for a phantom amongst the breeze
but there is no longer a soul to spare
when i am brought back to my knees.
i feel my prayers are but thrown
fruitless pleadings to the sky
my truths to bear, are mine alone
never will they be your plight
you hold your head to my chest
and we dream away the time
this prison feels like a prison less
when your heart is calling to mine
i put you under my spell
and it seems just as well
that yours has got me high
this love that we keep
together do we sleep
under this moonlit sky
we glow brightly in the dark
like streetlights or like stars
we both are made of light
and if you hold my hand
together we could stand
let us never say goodbye
ive been reading a lot of byron, keats, and shelly.
where two points collide/
where a body meets a soul/
where that gold tint in the skyline
is a reminder of how a past lover’s hair
appeared in the sunlight.
this is the place where the sky falls;
sun, moon, stars, and clouds
hit the ground. they crash
and they burn.
the ocean spills out so many gentle words.
but like love tokens in the night time
they mean nothing when
what is done
we are what we are.
scarred and unmade.
messy and undone.
what is holy?
is it the way you hold your lips,
or the straightness of your spine?
the glistening of skin in the moonlight
or the kiss of sweat on your forehead?
or is that just human?
when did i ever
stop being able to tell
the true difference?
in this place where
our points collide
and our stars align
slants in our sky
and it falls/flies/forces itself
upon the horizon
inside our rear view
is something we’ll forget
leave the past behind
and the stars,
they shall follow.
summer is so hot and lonely
and sometimes i wonder
if the skin i am in
betrays me to the world.
i forget without forgiving,
i remember without wanting to
i want to remember
driving with the top down while
going eighty miles per hour
on a no-name/
why can’t i just fly into the sun
feel the heat melt away my flesh
until i am no longer a body?
until i am just soul?
until i am freed?
the starlight/sunlight/pale light
keeping me alive has the power
to tear the life away from me.
do you believe it?
wherever god is,
i think she is crying,
but she’s laughing as well.
she’s laughing at pain, she’s
crying for love, and
somewhere there’s a sun shower.
children are playing and dancing in it,
and a mother tells her son
that “the devil is
beating his wife.”
a son tells his mother,
too much like love
to be an act of violence”
and so it goes.
summer love and your every day Icarus