the hues of my imagination run ahead of me
chasing my dreams as reality lags behind
the ephemeral beauty of youth dances lively
but the ineffable grace of love is demure
the incipient infatuation progresses wildly
the flames too brilliant to ignore

why can't our motion picture memories be erased/they just come flooding back when we're standing face to face/ you know your place/ in this race/ Mr. Tortoise/ assure us/ that you'll win/ in the end/ or shall we pretend/ that neither one exist/ as if ignorance was bliss.
man I must be trippin/ like a broken record my daydreams are skippin/ to that same day and time/ when for no reason or rhyme/ you leaked into my fluid thoughts turning my stream of consciousness into a raging river/ if I could have just a sliver/ of our former selves once more/ then all would be secure.
I’m falling off the precipice of my independence/ my slow breathes/ make my chest feel tense/ so long ago I never would have admitted/ this but i need you like a crazy person needs to be committed/ its insane how you drag me back, time and time again/ with less of us still intact/ your confessions of true love are empty/ but  the slightest touch of your skin still tempts me/ it’s then I must re-evaluate ask myself do I like being hurt and being in pain/ because I washed you off so many times and you are the most persistent stain/ No longer will I be your fall back plan/ maybe you didn’t hear me loud enough No longer will I be your other hand/ understand?

You graze my neck with the tip of your finger
You kiss me strong and you let it linger
I looked into your eyes to see if I could see the way that you see me
All I could see was a timid smile of a girl who doesn't know her own beauty
I thought if I looked hard enough I would know what you were thinking
I looked away to avoid the feeling of sinking
I tried to connect the dots of the freckles on your shoulder
It was no use I could feel myself falling into you like the weight of a boulder
The rich soil underneath us turning into quicksand
Somehow I felt like a pebble in your hands
Big enough to throw, but too small to know where it lands
A breeze takes my thoughts with it as it moves past
Focusing only on the moment and how long it will last

Curse these hands, for no music is made.
No instrument have these hands played.
Curse these lips, for they cannot produce beauty.
No notes are suiting.
But these words, these words I write are my instrument of choice,
With each word serving as my voice.

My eyes betraying me,
Closing just as the morning makes itself known.
When the light fights the horizon to be seen first,
Driving the darkness away like a hearse
Succumbing to sleep, I curse my dreams
Wanting to catch a glimpse of the soft sunbeams

Wishing upon a kamikaze plane
Dancing in Titan’s rain
We could spend the day together on Hyperion
Never knowing if it’s short or long

Take me to the moons
They may call us loons
No one said we couldn’t swing
From Saturn’s rings

Surprise me with a star
Better yet a quasar
So I can be consumed
In the vacuum of you

I live between the stars
Until the sweet sun reaches out her arms
Slow to open my eyes
As to not wash away all that I fantasize

In my reverie
The galaxy
Is our playground