A man who drives like he’s mad
A mirage in the summer,
And a ghost in the winter.
The air is epileptic with heat
Going on like a rippling curtain
I let go, and reattach myself
I am here, maybe there
Somehow, I grew this bitterness
Ashamed I let myself submerge
Whole hearted and light headed
Into this handsome revolution.
My lips are a clean slate,
Perhaps I have returned.

4am
Knows everything
4am has seen me naked
Crying alone
Maybe once  on someone’s shoulder
4am
Has seen me dancing, happy mind wrapped in intoxication

In the cold light of morning
We are the most honest beasts
Before the day is calling
Faces are grey, soul is clear.

4am
You sleep through it
Bed toasty warm
Whose body is it with you
Dreaming with you through storm?

4am
Got me an A in history
4am
Showed me the most beautiful sunrises
Pushed me into Morpheus arms
At 4am
There are no disguises.

kisses small and hand-
crafted, broken-in, a feel like
worn leather gloves, slipping
over lips (they were in need
of some warmth) covering no-
thing but the bare necessities - thin, and
they are something when
I am used to
nothing.

These ideas of Limits and Ties,
Infect the brain.
Their murky ink spreads and soils the neurons,
all while polluting the soul.

We imagine such boundaries will fade,
And say words like,
"When I'm older, wiser."
"When I'm more educated, cultured."
"When I'm free to do as I please."

That is when,
These ideas of Limits and Ties,
Have finally swallowed you whole.

It doesn't matter there’s no air
And my hair is matted to my neck, a blonde mane beside my face
Because I catch you, don’t I? And you pass by a few times
I like where you find me when I’m unaware, in my wild uncensored state
You’ll have no idea how I seek you out
Because tonight I tell you no, and I take the throne
The beer in your hand and your knit sweater
Make you look like something older
With a sort of sleepy drunken smile, happy like a baby
My finger loved the stubble on your messy cheek
Within our effortless, accidental embrace
My body one among millions and yet somehow
Illuminated like nobody else’s
Everyone is asking now, because I’ve become quite the show.
A rush of newfound power and I’m immediately corrupted
Before, I was just an alien in that shaking body
But tonight I am the North Star, absolutely glistening
Coming into myself in an astonishing somehow
There was fallout from the ritual
When I spit that no off my tongue
I would have given you that sway you were looking for
I would have gave you something to wonder over
I would have given you a lot more than you know.
But I told you no
Just to go home and dream what would have happened if
I said yes.