Love is an adventure
And yes you are a piece of work.
Available when I no longer trust you,
I'm starved for something better than
This vaccuum you call love.

Bursting into the ether, you will
Finally know how I feel by way of
Collective consciousness.

You have the vocabulary of rice
And the presence of a bullet.
Hitting so close to its mark but
Only for a second.

This payback is what keeps us from each other.
In gun metal fashion you
Read my teeth like a manuscript.
Clumsy is for someone else,
An altar boy with flowers for hands.

Full of unanswered questions,
The pull between our magnets goes unsatisfied.
Round after round I surrender to
The phantom limb in my heart.

I'm buried under the rubble of
False teeth and shell casings.
You might not ever see me again.
This is torment in every language,
International dejection.

Dancing in the rain,
In our underwear, in the street.
The heavens wipe away my tears
Before they ever reach your feet.

Think of me during every downpour,
Drenching your senses.
I am the echo to your thunderclap
Shining electric.