you have this subtle curl of hair
just behind your ear
& I always see it when you're
driving
'cause I can't ever look right at
you
your gaze is pure heat
& I may begin to
evaporate
given enough
time

your pedestal
is made out of innocence
as well
& I cannot help but wonder
if we were always meant
for a lost boys
sort of life
never truly growing
old

we could paint our own
dinners
we could stop cashing in on
the cold

I could age gracefully as long
as I live by the
water

where the sun is always
warm
& my skin is made of
gold

touch your tongue
to my
inner monologue


if only it paid
to feel so at
home
in the crook of your
elbow
'cause all I got left are
pennies
yet I'm still not very
worried
& its a mystery to
me




the grey cloud days
will always come
& go
but when I rise back to
the surface
I rise with a wiser
glow

someone will be tired
one before the
other
that's just the way
it is

I wait for impatience
in my lighthouse of uncertainty
& doubt is diverted
through sunlight-kissed waves
nearly the precise hue
of his eyes

someone will be tired

how could you love anyone
with such a hidden
temper?
the kind who stalks herself
through the night
never fully satisfied with
destination or
decision

she wakes, inadequate
& improperly
rested
the day is a haze of
unpaid bills
empty cabinets
& her rebellious toddler

don't be her

don't be tired

don't say a word

the imaginary harbor of hurt
shall subside with the
rush of
tomorrow's tide

& she'll still wonder when he'll tire

you could blend my blood
with the edge of your
lips
& watch our unspoken words
go to battle for a
sip

its the push and the pull
you could swear
I was full
but I haven't danced nearly
enough in such a
reckoning
mood
& my frail fingers have
yet to trace my
absence of
food

just as I'll never know
yours
you'll not ever grasp
the war within
my head
& above all else I shall
always ache for
your bed

no matter of the
weather
I could promise I'll get
better



but darling
some things are far
better
left unsaid

I remember you were
calm
once the ashes were
long gone
& I never gave notice
'cause all I ever noticed was
all wrong

worn out matchbooks
& wildfire eyes
steadily fixed upon the glow
I've come to borrow
from the
sky

I'll find rest in my
burdens
I'll find vitality in my
fate
& the air you've lent to my
aching lungs
is the life I shall
create

in rare moments of
instance
I find myself longing
for paintbrush strokes
& ink lines
pressed far down the length
of my spine
your willing human
canvas
at the cost of a loosely
carried dress
I hope you didn't mind
inviting all of my
mess
if at all you could
forgive my
shadow hurricane
I'll grace you with the
weather
& you'll be the king
of all the
rain.

when no one is around
& the silence
surrounds

I can still hear you whisper
"close your eyes"

even in my wildest
day trips
& lapses from time

I never quite imagined I would
find a more intoxicating
drug to condone
than the skin above your
collarbone

or the intensity of your
gaze

but our lips at last
have met
oh, will me unto death!


for I'll beg
& beg
for them
for
days