straight to the brain
banging on ear drums
and seeping into every
inch of my being

my soul is dancing
closer than arm's length
to your melody

that signature sound
of your foreign tongue
sends shivers down my spine
&
i don't understand
but i feel
and feel
and feel

the language of love
and your language is love
and love is honesty
and now we're being honest
and i could live in that minute, honestly,
and listen forever
and i drink too much
and i care too little about important things
and i should listen to more jazz
i should treat people better
& for the second time ever
it snowed in the desert
on a hunter s. Thompson book
& it just made me sleepy
lines went by and i just melted into the bed

but it was nothing like how
i'm melting right now