If I'm lying flat on the ground

The ground beneath my feet

And you walk up to me;

Don't put me down with hateful words

Words I can't repeat

Instead, go prance off on your high horse

With the sarcasm which you speak  



Or come lay down beside me

Where land and bodies meet

That the blades of grass surrounding us

Protruding, from between our naked feet

Sing to me a sweet melody

That I someday can repeat

Tussled hair on head, swaying back and forth

Shoulder from shoulder, cheek to cheek

Grooving in harmonic rhythm

In sync with the beat.



Rays of sunlight bouncing

Off everything we see

A blinding self reminder

Of how angels get their wings



Sing to me, sing to me great melodies

Sing to me, sing to me my queen

That I should go to sleep at night

Dancing with you in my dreams




— Jason Klenetsky