(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.
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