when he opens my door,
I can smell his cologne
one that makes my shoulders relax
and my eye lids feel heavy

but when I hold him close,
I can smell the dirt on his skin
and the sweat in his hair
the salt reaches my lips,
when I kiss his forehead

and somehow this is sweeter,
than the floral notes of his cologne

our bones crack
muscles ache
under the weight of who we want to be
how is it that we've lost so much time
pretending to be someone we're not

if i could count how long I would wait for you,
I would measure it in cups of coffee
the ones that keep me awake after a night of dreaming of you
I would measure it in the stars I stare at,
hoping the same ones are visible wherever you are
I would measure it in the letters
that are written without a forwarding address
I would measure it in breaths
the ones that pain me to have,
as I keep living without you

me quedo despierto por la noche
y tu estas fuera
y rezo para que tal vez necesites un aventon
aprovecharía cualquier oportunidad para verte

life is sacred
seep in the sky & grass
listen to yourself
linger in time

decide would their soul
fill yours

open eyes speak your secrets