(4) We Count Castles In Clouds
Don’t want this, don’t want that, don’t know what I want but I want you. I lose you at the bookstore & find you five, seven, ten minutes later with a book in your hands and your eyes on the page and I laugh (so quietly). I get lessons on how to eat an ice cream cone and I teach about how to be the Statue of Liberty. I can be trapped in a car going nowhere but trying to get back as fast as we can, dire straits, desperate situations, and I’m with you and I laugh and laugh. I share the fireworks (5 minutes), I share the nights (8 hours), I share my heart (Always). The rest of the world falls apart like puzzle pieces tipped over the edge, but you stay with me and you hold my hand and we pick colors and shapes where once there was none. That is hope. That is love. That is what I want.
Monday, February 2, 2009
(3) I Was A Kaleidoscope
Didn’t know there were so many colors. Didn’t know chocolate brown could be so golden, didn’t know cherry red could be so fresh. Did away with my water paints when I was (8) years-old, but I’ll never get tired of twirling your hair outstretched around my index finger, but I’ll never get tired. Sleep bundled up by limbs in pink and white, wake up in golden brown eyes that send me smiling. Want to pull the covers up. Want to make the outside world go black in white, want to spend a day listening to your words breathing out like splashes of color in the black. I want to see the words, I want to hear the meaning, I want to dig out my water colors from the bottom of an old box and paint the way you make me feel, a million colors on the ceiling. It looks like a heart, it looks like the sun, it looks like this photo of you and I that time we rode the roller coaster down into the wind, smiling. It looks like you, and I’m warm, and I’m happy, and I’ll paint so long as I can paint with your colors, your inspiration, your love.
Didn’t know there were so many colors. Didn’t know chocolate brown could be so golden, didn’t know cherry red could be so fresh. Did away with my water paints when I was (8) years-old, but I’ll never get tired of twirling your hair outstretched around my index finger, but I’ll never get tired. Sleep bundled up by limbs in pink and white, wake up in golden brown eyes that send me smiling. Want to pull the covers up. Want to make the outside world go black in white, want to spend a day listening to your words breathing out like splashes of color in the black. I want to see the words, I want to hear the meaning, I want to dig out my water colors from the bottom of an old box and paint the way you make me feel, a million colors on the ceiling. It looks like a heart, it looks like the sun, it looks like this photo of you and I that time we rode the roller coaster down into the wind, smiling. It looks like you, and I’m warm, and I’m happy, and I’ll paint so long as I can paint with your colors, your inspiration, your love.
(2) So Good For Me (you'll be)
I gotta get away, don’t know where I have to go but I have to get there, don’t know why I’m going but I’ve got to be gone. Got the sun in the sky, got the clouds dashed across all the colors, got you in my arms and a sea of roads like a map unfolded. Lost. Lost like always, lost like lovers, lost like us. I point North and it ends up being South, but we laugh and we end up in the ocean instead of the mountains. Diving instead of flying, and I’m fine sharing bubbles for oxygen, pruned skin, blurry vision, I can see you by heart, I can see you by feel. Don’t want to surface, don’t want to go back home to where I have to be apart from you, I never knew why I got lost until I found you, the one I was waiting to get lost with.
I gotta get away, don’t know where I have to go but I have to get there, don’t know why I’m going but I’ve got to be gone. Got the sun in the sky, got the clouds dashed across all the colors, got you in my arms and a sea of roads like a map unfolded. Lost. Lost like always, lost like lovers, lost like us. I point North and it ends up being South, but we laugh and we end up in the ocean instead of the mountains. Diving instead of flying, and I’m fine sharing bubbles for oxygen, pruned skin, blurry vision, I can see you by heart, I can see you by feel. Don’t want to surface, don’t want to go back home to where I have to be apart from you, I never knew why I got lost until I found you, the one I was waiting to get lost with.
O N E for every hour.
(1) READY FOR LOVE
The top of a ferris wheel, counting stars and counting hopes. The bottom of a mountain of blankets, counting toes and laughing. Puffing out warm air on soft skin, making sweet laughter, wrestling through disasters. Spend my days and nights in her eyes, spend my time with fingers twined and lips like t h i s, I kiss, I love, I don’t want to leave, an endless echo of falling back to bed.
The top of a ferris wheel, counting stars and counting hopes. The bottom of a mountain of blankets, counting toes and laughing. Puffing out warm air on soft skin, making sweet laughter, wrestling through disasters. Spend my days and nights in her eyes, spend my time with fingers twined and lips like t h i s, I kiss, I love, I don’t want to leave, an endless echo of falling back to bed.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Sail to the moon
In class I write notes on the back of my hand. Black ink and skin & i write tiny messages. I wait a second and rub against the words printed on my skin, I rub them away until nobody else can see them & i pretend that i'm sending tiny little messages to you. & I feel connected to you, and I want the messages to travel that string from my heart to yours and find there way to you.
They say "you're beautiful" -- they say "i love your laugh in the dead of night, sitting staring at the ceiling with the phone to my ear at 3AM. They say "I'm thinking of you -- can't we get out of here?" -- escape the classroom, meet me at the top of a hill somewhere. Chart the skies with me, discover new places, and when i distract you & when you're looking off, i'll steal the kiss i've been dreaming of taking.
Let me just tug on this heart string, let me just pull you into me, &whisper all the little secrets of how much more interesting i am then anything else you could have to do. let me convince you, let me pull you in and kiss you & let's never look back, because i love you.
They say "you're beautiful" -- they say "i love your laugh in the dead of night, sitting staring at the ceiling with the phone to my ear at 3AM. They say "I'm thinking of you -- can't we get out of here?" -- escape the classroom, meet me at the top of a hill somewhere. Chart the skies with me, discover new places, and when i distract you & when you're looking off, i'll steal the kiss i've been dreaming of taking.
Let me just tug on this heart string, let me just pull you into me, &whisper all the little secrets of how much more interesting i am then anything else you could have to do. let me convince you, let me pull you in and kiss you & let's never look back, because i love you.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Ask me how I am
Ask me how I am; lonely without you, miserable with you five miles away. Ask me how I sleep at night and I'll tell you full. Full of dreams, full of momentary daydreams flittering through the night of waking up next to you. Filled with wanting to be even closer. Filled with wanting to come home with you.
Filled with wanting to shove everything off the calendar, & i want to push it all and watch it slip off the edges, fill it with blankets, fill it with popcorn on stormy nights, fill it with toes touching under blankets when it's just too cold outside their edges. I'll fill my calendars marked by when we kiss instead of by dates, I'll fill them with colorful memories instead of black and white ink, I want to fill all of my days with you.
Every morning I'll wake to discover you again, a game of hide and seek beneath the covers, I want to roll out of bed with you and go on an adventure to some distant land that could be only down the street. Holding your hand, I could go five miles of five-thousand and I'd feel nowhere but at home, excited to be with you. Heart beating, eager to turn the next corner, and filled with the anticipation for the next moment.
This is me. Always wishing I could be holding you, always wishing I could clear away everything else to just be with you. Closing my eyes and wanting to open them to you. Closing my hand and wishing it was closing around yours. I'll blow the stars away and make day come sooner so I can be holding you again.
So here I am. Full of love.
Filled with wanting to shove everything off the calendar, & i want to push it all and watch it slip off the edges, fill it with blankets, fill it with popcorn on stormy nights, fill it with toes touching under blankets when it's just too cold outside their edges. I'll fill my calendars marked by when we kiss instead of by dates, I'll fill them with colorful memories instead of black and white ink, I want to fill all of my days with you.
Every morning I'll wake to discover you again, a game of hide and seek beneath the covers, I want to roll out of bed with you and go on an adventure to some distant land that could be only down the street. Holding your hand, I could go five miles of five-thousand and I'd feel nowhere but at home, excited to be with you. Heart beating, eager to turn the next corner, and filled with the anticipation for the next moment.
This is me. Always wishing I could be holding you, always wishing I could clear away everything else to just be with you. Closing my eyes and wanting to open them to you. Closing my hand and wishing it was closing around yours. I'll blow the stars away and make day come sooner so I can be holding you again.
So here I am. Full of love.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
ride
Let's sit.
& we'll cast shadows in a room lit by candles, sitting cross legged over a blanket so large it covers the floor from any direction the eye can see. We'll drink seltzer water and pretend it's something else, pretend we're those people who indulge themselves in intoxications & we'll pretend we're those people who take one sip and let their secrets fly. We'll sit in arms reach and remain constantly touching -- blanket under bare feet and our fingertips just pressed to skin, tracing the warmth back to its source.
We'll touch fingertips to lips and dip in & together, we'll let our secrets slip as we slip into one another.
Tumble back into the wave of blankets, I want to talk about our dreams & I want to see myself in every one of them with you, right beside you.
I'll tell you how I want to go to Spain, how I don't speak a word but when I close my eyes and picture it I see myself with two tickets poised in fingertips. I see myself taking off with you, everything else taken care of & we take another sip of our own intoxicated dreams and you'll whisper you'd love to, the way we whisper at three A.M., the way we share soft words between kisses.
And we'll share our big dreams, & talk about all our plans and wants and needs and at every stop there will be you & there will be me, waiting with hand held out to take, and we will take it every time.
Always there for the next step of our dreams together.
& we'll cast shadows in a room lit by candles, sitting cross legged over a blanket so large it covers the floor from any direction the eye can see. We'll drink seltzer water and pretend it's something else, pretend we're those people who indulge themselves in intoxications & we'll pretend we're those people who take one sip and let their secrets fly. We'll sit in arms reach and remain constantly touching -- blanket under bare feet and our fingertips just pressed to skin, tracing the warmth back to its source.
We'll touch fingertips to lips and dip in & together, we'll let our secrets slip as we slip into one another.
Tumble back into the wave of blankets, I want to talk about our dreams & I want to see myself in every one of them with you, right beside you.
I'll tell you how I want to go to Spain, how I don't speak a word but when I close my eyes and picture it I see myself with two tickets poised in fingertips. I see myself taking off with you, everything else taken care of & we take another sip of our own intoxicated dreams and you'll whisper you'd love to, the way we whisper at three A.M., the way we share soft words between kisses.
And we'll share our big dreams, & talk about all our plans and wants and needs and at every stop there will be you & there will be me, waiting with hand held out to take, and we will take it every time.
Always there for the next step of our dreams together.
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