Distant cows are humming,
As the crack in the sky appears.
A jagged black line, with white
Snow caps illuminate.
Pollution becomes
Orange, gold and violet
Explosions in the sky
For us.

Your hands, smooth and strong,
Though you're well into year 51,
Wrap around my Levi 501's,
As we bend our wings back in the morning sun.
As we bend our wings back in the morning sun.

You are both beautiful and antique,
Old as these stars are.
Alpha and Omega...
I forgot how long we've really been married.
And I don't care how long 'til we're buried.

This universe is our flawless design,
We will be vocalized in the sky.
Erase this constant limitation,
Begin ascent.

Let's make these galaxies our children.

I want to write or play something
That will stop your soul
Dead in its tracks.

I want to wrap you up in words,
And you'll cry for joy.

I want to be your architect.

On ladders about to give way,
I'm having guitarist's block.
Waterfalls on the freeway...

Streets bathed in virtual light,
Golden luminescent glare.
Strangers stand in the driveway...

Screens are broken wide open,
Worthless tokens, I'm smokin'.
Flies are chokin', who's jokin'?
Souls have spoken, cheeks swollen.

Passers-by leaning forward
To meet the grade of the ground
Climbing roads in search of more words...

Dreams, we've found, are untoward
Interrupted by that sound.
Deep inside, their very core hurts...

Met you crying under spotlights
When we were frying, it was alright.
Echos bouncing off the black skies
Faucets leaking in the night.

Our words are synchronizing up.
The shower is just the right temperature.
We are so close to simultaneous release.
Mornings are warmer.

Freezing legs.
Warming up your thighs.
My fingers are a hot bath.

Steam from the curtains
Dripping down the wall;
Wells.

The drain clogs from all the
Fear falling off us
From all the
Tears falling off; (Lust).

No more separation.
Resistance isn't.
Downward...

When I look in the mirror
Your hands are still on my chest
Your head on my shoulder.

These days, I feel older...
But like I have lived valiantly.

Like eyes don't just feel.
Like eyes don't love hands.
I laugh.

I love you...

Like women's children love laughing,
Like misery loves company,
Like we love crying,
Like women love their children...

Like ladders love painters,
Like brushes love canvas,
Like the pen loves paper,
Like the world loves Atlas...

Like bitterness loves constant dwelling
Like a housecat loves warm napping
Like soothsayers love the act of telling
Like women love their children, who love laughing.

Like strings tie us into impossible knots,
No one can pry apart our eye-contact...
And even when you weren't watching,
I was poking holes in your mind.

Distance is only a conceptual nuisance.
But what is distance to us,
When we share a soul?

I feel my heart beat behind your ribs,
I feel the steady tempo of my snare
Within your contrasting veins.

Mixing bodies, forgetting that we each
Have an ending.
All I know is somewhere in the midst of tracing you
There's a fine shadowy line
And then suddenly I'm tracing me.

Or maybe I was just tracing the same person all along.

Your light touch, gliding along my neck...
Air particles, dust wisps
Dead skin from sweating children.

Here's what I will do:
T-shirts and cologne
Hidden away in between your raveled muscles
So when you stretch your legs
You can feel my finger-tips
Tracing your calves
Wrapping around your heels.

And when you're here, bury yourself alive
In my bed. Between the sheets and feathers,
So when I want to cry at your struggle,
I can simply smell you in my clouds.

And when it begins raining,
I can see you leak from my pillowcase.

But once again, what is distance
When our minds stretch across oceans
And our love withstands society?

Your eyes touch the back of my mouth. Make it so hard to swallow.
I never breathed so evenly, my stomach feels so hallow.
I'll bury my face in your neck. Allow me to sink my tongue, and
Drown my teeth into your arms. Your breath fills my lungs.

Everything is easy now, since we simply let it be.
This is anything but sarcastic, the way our colors bleed.
I love your golden irises, I love your sepia skin.
Wrap yourself around my bones and melt into my ribs.

I feel like our arms glide through each other,
Like dancing lovers, after years of familiarization
Predictability in every step, but for once
Comforting to know what's going to come next.

Your hands hieroglyph the language of my fingernails
Decoding a sensation that belongs to something bigger than us,
And finally understanding that it's okay to touch that.

Contentment for war. Trading pity for empathy.
Trading sympathy for care.
You were always in the confines of my aching head,
Your name is in all my search-bars.

If I had the right fingers, I would create you in marble
I would design a statue and have it be gilded
In your honor. And if there was a temple for us,
It would be in the shape of a man, aimed at the earth.
He would be bowing to a large evergreen tree.
And our initials would be carved on the side.

Let's finally spraypaint our faces in underpasses
Eyes like this deserve to be gazed into.
Eyes like yours.
Deep breathing, my face in your chest.

Breastbone meeting skull
Dripping my lips onto your skin
Like candlewax.
If you kiss me with finality,
"I promise, darling, I'll kiss you back."