Your spit on my lips tightens like
Shackles on my wrists
I cant wait till you burst through your skin and realize
The critical shape my skull is in from dreamin’ memories like dark tides
I could forget this memory
But this is what built me
It built me and built me and without it
I’d be significantly less then what I used to be

Can you see what I see
Because I got portraits of water colors made from angel tears
And it’s pouring images of you out from under my ribs

Your feet could be in sand
"Lay it to rest"
I say, because you must be awfully tired
You’ve walked at a steady pace for one hundred and fifty days
While I’ve gone one hundred and forty nine, you always
Manage to somehow be ahead of me daily

You can
Let your face fall into
My hands

What a sight to see
I want to be buried next to you but not in caskets
I want our bodies to be about three feet apart covered in soil
Growing with the earth my hand will push though dirt and holding yours
We’ll grow while dying

You’ve got eyes like winter I freeze
Your breath is cold as I swallow it
The wind in my hair
Could easily be your hand
I lay my head upon stones to crack my skull
Picking up imagination to show you what you’ve given me
And right now your hands on my temples feel like rocks
You feel solid
Like you’re the hardest dream to leave alone

You can
Let your face fall
Into my hands