I am the world and the world is me.

You are the definition of love.
Summer is your element,
and your time will come.

In the hours before the day's immediacy is done,
the biggest desires always emerge:
No more *******.
Too many people to love.

Hey handsome, sleeping still,
let me tell you who I am:

I write things to people.
I talk about my feelings, because my world is made of feelings,
and this world holds my hand and dictates my direction.

I slip away in the morning without saying "goodbye."
Today, while no one was watching, I did nothing.
I read ***** thoughts of strangers on the walls of bathroom stalls.
I like meeting your eyes across the room.

You don't know who I am--
what drives me, what scares me,
what I want, what I need,

But That's Okay.

I mean, how well can people really understand you
without being in your head and your thoughts?
Nobody really knows anybody.

The car doors are about to fly off,
and the back window is gone,
but we don't care--

our own specialized storm team,
parked precariously on top of this flower dusted hill,
sunburnt and wind bitten,

we keep clicking,

on and on until the sun is dead or
the car explodes or
we run out of Earth to consume.

Follow me to the edge and
we'll fly against the sting of our faces and souls.

Sunrise.
My breath smells like your mouth used to taste
on early mornings after late nights together,

and we would kiss and not mind
because we were one and we were in love and
we were whatever things were.

My eyes are in Florida,
watching the sun rise over your face and
the bank where the ocean lapped up
over our bare 5:00 feet.

We looked for alligators.
We snuck into the men's shower together
for a silent dance party and
our usual admiration of the human body.
We tried to make it special.

So here I sit,
leathering hands,
smokey face,
lost thoughts for all the right reasons,
and too many expectations.

I might erode to nothing before you ever get to me.

Missing the old you, in your old bed,
saying the old things you used to say,
feeling the old way we used to feel--

arms and legs together,
unafraid,
more and more naked than before--

as we fight
and fight off sleep.