they say the mind is most active at night.
maybe this is why you plague every passing thought
when the earth turns its face
far from the kisses of the shuttering sun;
and the black skies sweet breath
fogs up my windshield.

there is a moment in my mind
for every star in our galaxy.
with you, I can lay with my back to the street
and never worry of approaching cars,
because even if they were to gnaw
at me with their steel teeth,
and crush me with black rubber feet,
I wouldnt mind dying by your side.

with you, I can defy the laws
that have bound me to my bed.
you give me the strength to let the light in,
to set sweet fire to my skin
and - instead of burning -
I only admire the glowing left behind.

I always needed excuses for
Why I Loved someone, or How.
how could I cling to a force that
ground me into nothing but ashes,
littering the carpet beneath my bare feet.
and how could the world see me as a child,
with a freckled face and starving eyes,
and batter me with hatred, betrayal, fear.
confusion. until, it consumed me.

but all of this seems lost now;
it has risen like mist,
rain from the cracks of the concrete-
vanishing into oblivion.
with you, there is no Time.
there are seconds ticking, trying to
rip us apart, but there is no past.
there is no evidence of a shred of misery.
with you, I have hope for the future.

our child will laugh just like you,
not only in sound, but his eyes will squint
and his nose will scrunch up like yours.

our child will have her mothers hope.
she will view the world
from the eyes of a beggar-
but touch the earth with the hands of a God.

our child will reach out with boney fingers
and grab the soul of every baggy eyed, dead human, filling them with sweet fire.
and you and I? we will admire the glow.