Push is counter balancing pull
tearing down the strings
leaving the walls bare
bare and stripped
she lays by my side
eyes wide like the sun
on some summertime day
the wind blows sweet
the heat radiates from the street
my fingertips brush skin
the oil leaves a film
yes, there it is
in a note that is the rhythm of breathing
soft slow standing alone
like that sweet wind
or that hot street
bright sun
just give