I am my mothers daughter I am no daughter to my father That ship sailed a long time ago Driven by my sister that I have right now She is her mothers mother She is the soul of all the lovers She told you, you're a getter And im a filler, so fill them up with poetry Get a hold of them, she got a hold of me “Can you see something?” She asked No it's all fuzzy My mom told me, they tried to conceal me Tried to take a breath but, it's all fuzzy So she's a killer! Tried to run but guess what? She's a fast runner.
Thick, warm, fuzzy air Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood. I want to put your lips on mine The world feels yellow, and orange. It's as if clear smoke has filled the air My eyes are dimmed through thick sunglasses, my body absorbing the warmth through jeans and a small black shirt I'm in a lucid daze Looking at you through a curtain of straight black hair, not bothered to move it from my face. You're eyes the crisp refreshing blue in a world tinted amber Like fresh water, so cooling as I gaze in them. Like a spray of water on your back After hours of sunbathing We sit there We say nothing We take in the sun We don't need anything else
Her touch is warm like a fuzzy blanket. She wraps one around in the cadence of her voice; it's like an old song one had forgotten about, quietly humming in the foreground. Her smile beckons, both as a siren and as an old lover. One listens to her speak and wonders about all the galaxies whirring around in her mind.
And when I look at the curve of her spine and the ***** of her chest, for the first time it makes me want to explore that place. It is the sacred place where kings and queens are written into existence, where love and pleasure and sometimes even pain collide with an unending force. I wonder what she could do to take me there. And I think of what I could do to make her escape this broken universe with me, if only for a few moments.