"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

You almost kissed me,
and you shouldn't have.
On the gingham tablecloth in the yellow light,
you lifted me from the counter top onto my feet
putting your hat on my head and tickling my ribs.
You know it's my sweet spot,
leads straight to my heart if you're gentle enough.
I told you to stop and you walked away,
eyes lingering on my bare skin between where my top ended on my waist
and where my dark denim jeans began to hug my hips.
I flipped my hair back around, joining in some conversation too late
between a girl drunk on grape juice and a wedding crasher straggler
in a forest green flannel with camel cigarettes in the pocket.
That's when you came back over and started yelling
some story that happened to you the night before.
You told it well,
the circle captivated, me mesmerized
by how blue your eyes stayed all this time without me noticing.
You  had the whole room laughing with your wit and stupid vernacular,
but I was smiling because you looked so beautiful in those drunken
honest moments
where I recognized the person beneath the banter
where I saw you.
I was saying my goodbyes to the carhartt boys and their one night girls
when you grabbed me by the hand and spun me around
like we were dancing,
pulled me in by your hand pressed on my shoulder blades
the other around my waist
I gasped as your lips almost touched mine,
but then you looked down at me
with those same blue eyes
and took a deep breath,
slowly letting your hands glide down my back then to your sides.
I just stared back at you,
wishing you'd forget the logic and put your hands back where they were,
tracing your lips with that almost kiss,
and I could feel how much you wanted to be in this moment
desperately searching for a way to my lips
but something stopped us.
And I think it was because we knew it would only lead to something messier
than where we were at
it would be a backwards romance, reversing our ***** footsteps
in something we've tried and tried to understand
that it never works out the way either of us plans.
We were both doing so well, moving on
but in that moment we almost gave all that strength up
gave into something too tempting and too wrong.
Because we can't really stay away from each other all that long.
I mean,
you almost kissed me
and you shouldn't have,
but I swear
I wish you would have.

Finger traces scar,  
reminding me with numbness.
I catch at the thought-
I miss the pain. At least I was visible.
And memory is a trickster
the way he helps you pretend.

things are just things
but things make me feel
some times bad some times small
but things are still things.

I guess,
Maybe,
I chose you.
I did not simply
Let you in.
I ushered
And pushed
And forced you
To fill the empty
Space.
Left by others.
Forgotten others.
Now,
The bars on
My heart
Are strong.
They leave
The remembered
In sight
But too far
To touch.
Because you
Have filled
Space left.
But still it remains
Empty space.

His smugness cannot be captured, its like trapping water with a net.
Yet his foulness attracts the masses, and leaves me deathly sick.

Kisses- of which I cannot breath
Hand shakes are faulty
Waves are but gestures, varied in length
Blowing kisses is elementary
A hug is however

An intimate gesture that can only grow
as moments pass slowly,
Let me stay for awhile
Don't let go
til I say,
Til my heart will stay calm

I feel as though I am floating
Extended space is fading
No kiss can match
as melted bodies embrace

I sigh softly as our time ends
I wasn't done quite yet
but that's how it goes, as most of us know

people drank and swayed as you stood up there

and oscillated your hands over the surface of the synthesizer

Ambience

all I heard was the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I heard that as I boarded the subwayEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

and I thought about an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You resembled an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.

I went and saw you again playing the back alley

and you did it a cappella while people shrieked from their acid trips

Sad

and all I heard was your voiceEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

and I heard them as I fell onto the pavementAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and I thought I saw an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA

You still resembled an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.

I bought the paper because it was routine

I read you had vanished, but your face was on the page

Smile

and all I heard was my voiceAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and then I pictured the fireworksOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAOOOO

they looked like orchidsAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You didn't resemble an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.

I pulled over on the highway, I saw a ghost

He got in the car and it was so cold, I thought about my disbelief

Disappointment.

I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw a ghost

Its hand were big and nimble, its head a large inflorescence

Pretty

and I heard the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

the fireworks in my headOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOO

and our voices.

You resembled an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

An orchid, save my soul.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.