Two birds caged in the same room
Singing sad songs.

I'm standing in the way
Finding words to say to you as you're walking through
And pretending that I was never even there
They catch it in the air
The sunrays and your hair have the time to dance and shine
Adding more weight to your angry glare
And I'm thinking it's a sign
How your hand fits so perfectly laced and intertwined when
I hold it inside of mine
There's something in the way
You alleviate the pain and make the sadness wane
You, a fire
And me, the ice.

Songs of voice
Of soul
Of tongue
Of heart
Build a soundscape striking a chord
In me

Dance on the brined surface
Porcelain mug hot to touch
Aroma tempered love rises steam

The first sip brings blessings
The second a flavor devine
The third a clarity of dream

It took my breath
I drowned in this
Wonderful world

"Home is where the heart is"
But it is also a cold hard ground.
Six feet under.
With you.

Chew slowly so when you swallow...
You swallow your pride.