my innocence flutters in the breeze of your gaze,
as I dream away the haze of your face,
the lights dissolve the velvet of your ear,
breaking my porcelain lungs, time erased,
all I demand is a constant place,
dropped down the chasm from your leg,
to your heart,
where polaris shimmies ****, yet alert,
in the way our eyes can't adjust to stare into the sun,
and the way our fathers have a hard time looking their sons in the eyes,
telling you that everything will be okay with a hollow heart,
but I will tell you now,
all will be okay.
even if you must pull cubes out of
paper circles and dance barefoot
on flying volcanic rock, it will
be okay.
you know tomorrow is only a day away,
if you recline in your rocking chair,
begging for a sooner arrival of the next,
I'll sing you a broken prayer
tearing you farther from the air.