We are the dreamers.
The wandering souls.

We are lost in time.
As much as time is lost in us
Cause darling we are made of all kinds of Devine.

So I'll give you your dreams,
If you give me mine.
I'll fill your hidden places,
Ill Undress in your mind.
Ill Show you all the flaws in my very design.
The cracks in this veneer,
Expelling light as you make me lighter than air.


I asked for high tides
And I am high in your tides
Rolling through waves
To where your heart resides.


Where I shall speak to your soul.


And we will amalgamate,
We will levitate,
We will be struck by the very magnitude of how our souls gravitate.
Revelling in the fire of meteor showers and the salt of tidal waves.
Sweet salty tidal waves.
And all the intimacy that your body craves.

you, who have hidden all these things,
From the world, or maybe from yourself.
Stacked between your heart and the things that could hurt you,
Like a series of bloodied trinkets on a shelf.

So maybe you are stone,
All of you stone.
And I am your pestle,
Grinding these things between us to dust.
And sprinkling them into the sweet recipes of our future.
Kneading them together with passion and lust.

Or maybe you are steel,
All of you steel.
And I am your alloy,
Melting with you into something new,
Surfacing all our flaws, transformed into beauty,
With our iridescent life lights that gleam through.

So you are stone and my oceans crash against you.

So you are steel and my armour is useless against you.

So I am yours, this heart beats for you.

I am an addict
And I wish
It was to something
Simple
Like drugs
Or alcohol
But
Unfortunately
It is to my
Sadness
And that
Has no
Cure

****
My buddy
My man
The only time id eat a ginger bread man
****
I huff and I puff
And I blow nothing down
There ain't nothin but a couch and some Doritos I could even knock down
****
Couldn't hurt a fly
But I might blow smoke in your eye
****
So nice so fly
Man I'm high as the sky
****
Where am I?
At the store craving some s'mores
****
I like twix too
Don't call me a Jew
****
We all have fun
We laugh
But we're too high to run
****.

Sloppy stuttering. Wringing hands
attached to awkward arms at made-up angles.
Surely the bead of sweat on my back
will betray my attempt at a
cool and collected costume.

Eyes dart from the the corner of the room to
my straw, stained a tried-too-hard red,
back to you. You are the sun, burning my vision.
Is it more rude to stare,
or to ignore your pupils penetrating me,
questioning my sincerity?

Inhibitions start to waver as
the bubbles from my *** and Coke course
through my veins, into my heart, and
come out of my mouth as girlish giggles.

The flirty alter ego pushes me aside.
My lips are now scarlet and proud.
Your eyes scream desire and I know
that she is in control of us. She places my hand
on yours. You lean in and place your lips on hers,
while I sit inside my own mind, wishing that
I could feel anything but envy.

Perhaps one day she’ll stay
when the bubbles fade.
And I’ll float away,
propelled by my pounding heart.