by Arcassin Burnham

Man this might be the night that I finally Get To Taste Your lips girl.
blooming moon in the stars where the devil keeps his heart away from you girl.
Long As Mines beat so slow and so steady in this mist I'll never hurt you.
We could kiss,we could hold and vast in warm embraces like a pretty virtue.

Its long like Rapunzel,
And your expression brightens every room,
I would never play you like a console,
just please let me surround you.

turn your heart inside out today.
I won't make you have a burden okay.

Man this might be the night that I finally Get To Taste Your lips girl.
blooming moon in the stars where the devil keeps his heart away from you girl.
Long As Mines beat so slow and so steady in this mist I'll never hurt you.
We could kiss,we could hold and vast in warm embraces like a pretty virtue.

I’m walking through the desert
Following faint trails of pioneers before
Sometimes stumbling in circles through furnaces of sand and cactus
I haven’t seen my destination
it’s place isn’t marked on any map
I don’t know where I’ll find water
I’m a wanderer and I don’t keep it on tap,
I lose my sense of time
listening to the dune’s eerie song
All I know is that I’ve been trapped here
too long
I live for the moments I crest the layered plateaus
and can finally see the distance
of wilderness I have travailed

Feeling alone,
with no where to go,
where there is silence,
and reality is slow.

In my own world,
where only I entertain,
where I’m left with my thoughts,
with my dreams and my pain.

Surrounded by people,
But never felt more alone,
so I hide my face,
my true emotions never shown.

When I met you, my vision got blurry and I was hysterical for a second.
I snapped and giggled.

“Slow motion” I only thought of that feeling as imaginary, like how I saw it in movies and read it in novels.

I was mesmerized by your charms that it made me breathless for awhile.
You were real, I was wide awake but it felt like a dream.
I realized then how my heart speaks about you.

The nice Samaritan meant well
but tended to wait
to hesitate
just long enough
to be too late to make
a real difference
and instead stood
and watched struck dumb
as the world went to hell
in a handcart

How
musical
we feel

brushing
against
each other

a slow dance
of clumsy graces
a waltz in soft touch

socks
on the faux hardwood
kitchen floor.

again i say wait
trust the process
be patient