you could swallow the moon with those cherry red lips
that draw so deeply on your cigarettes.
throw me one,
and light it with these flames of desire.
i want to clear the cobwebs,
dust away the secrets that hide under elegant rugs,
and collect them in mason jars
like fireflies,
the wind shall carry them away
and leave us alone.
at last;
free from these bustling
highways and creaky doors
where we will
finally gobble up the silence
and make music of our own.
so let us dance,
dance in the green grasses,
chain smoke these love notes
then spill onto rustled satin sheets.
yet
sometimes i wake up alone
bothered by these dreams
of sharing a pillow with your curly head
i must make you up inside of my head
i am getting lonesome on sail boats
and open roads
yet i want all of you,
in my pocket,
in my trembling body,
every piece,
you