we can only
take each other in
if we can turn ourselves inside out

and we can only
turn ourselves inside out
if we can take each other in

The noise of cold fills
Valleys of snow dust and flakes
A new symphony

Green veins wither down
Life escapes with autumn's breath
Taste before the bite

I want it again, another great night
Wine-soaked cards stuck to a plastic table
Where we can't use names and accents aren't right
And sitting on the ground feels more stable

It's been my favorite by far, you were there
Your smiles was stained with jokes and flat beer
But that didn't make your hand leave my care
Or when happiness spiraled and left tears

Will there be a night when you're not around?
When shadows gather but don't look like yours
It's the only one that helps keep me bound
The buoy that saves me from hitting shore

These nights are what life created for us
When liquid courage pushes me to trust

Nothing actually savors on the tongue
     Everything is temporary
Glimpses of Memories Past might be saved
     along the creases in your mind,
But they dissipate with the particles in time
     Wheels may turn and gears might crank
All will not really be there
     Bruises that once covered the ridges of your breastbone
Fade into the skin, the marrow, the blood
     Pushing and pulsing that had felt right
Will only be dreamt of as wrong
     Home is never a sturdy thing,
No matter how deep the foundation goes
     Time likes to play us like a fish testing bait
The fun of it makes us unaware
     That we've lost the hook on what we're looking for.

I could write the lives of those behind the glass-
For the young couple that smiles quietly over a full table of food;
For the graying dog whose head perks up every time a bicycle passes;
About the television that plays for an empty living room;
For the children's faces that are lit up by the screen of smart phones
rather than a parent's bad jokes;
About the impurities that rip through the air over a curfew argument.
But I wouldn't want to intrude.
Others lives are meant to be seen through fuzzy goggles,
Not binoculars

I've never been a huge fan of hands
But to have yours, any place and every place
Would satisfy the surge coursing through me