You know the trick.
wrap your arms around your body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and crooked grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight.
For a Girl that Likes the Finer Things
And God lied down in a big field of it
Waving His arms and legs
And laughing loud like it was the first time
And made you
Some nights I swear I could feel your heart poured out into my hands
Some nights still I feel it trembling.
Like a quiet train known only by its movement across the midnight rails
or a shiver down your spine
or a dog lost in a dream
Like a dream inside a part of me
I can feel it trembling while you sleep.
I want to take your delicate heart
And hold it with both hands
And have it be as much a part of me as it is of you
I want to smooth out the wrinkles
And make all the old scars beauty marks
Signs of strength and growth
Like scratches on a tree with stories deep within its trunk
And when your heart is just as much a part of me,
I will climb into bed with you and pull the covers over us
And hold on
Filled with a light so heavy
It is the color of gold
Are finally calm.
Filled with a peace so wide and dark
That the silence in you becomes something soft.
The night spreads itself like ink
Noiselessly inside of you
Adjusting ever so slightly your bright stars
That they float down quietly to lie in our bed
And calmly fall asleep beside you.
I found passion exploding in the locking of our bones.
I don’t mind having pockets empty besides my hands and the trash we picked up along the way.
We walked into the mouth of the world.
It was cold and your heart was racing.
The night sky rose above us.
With a fake shooting star tempting us to dream.
I dreamed we could stay inside there forever.
Breathing fire into our lungs, exhaling smoke and the angel’s share.
Find me deep in a barrel again one day.
Ambassadors to ourselves.
Aging perfectly to sit on the tips of our tongues.
Our lips will tingle and salivate until we can no longer whistle,
But can laugh and sing and smile.
Let the smoky flavors dance around,
Let my arms envelop you into my heart.
I have heard songs of silver
Let me sing them back to you.
There is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth.
Know that I often dream of that grin.
That grin that releases joy through the upturned corners of your lips.
Know that my heart is bursting with the kind of happiness a boy feels at his first Christmas.
When there is still love and wonder and magic in the air
And he never wants to lose that feeling.
There is nothing quite like it.
Somehow you’ve found a way to squeeze my soul into places I never knew existed.
Put your hand beneath your head as you sleep
And maybe it will find my bare chest.
Together we make beauty, we make light.
I never looked at the darkness between the fireflies until I held your hand.
I don’t sleep often, but when I do
I dream dreams of endless roads
a thousand paths, jutting out in front of me
and walk the same battered path
that has worn my heels thin.
When a caterpillar changes
And becomes a butterfly
Is it a different, braver, creature?
Or rather, is it
Just the same scared caterpillar in a different body?
I wonder, if you scar the caterpillar
Does the butterfly bare the scar as well?
Will it carry the same weight?
Will it remember those it loved and lost?
Or does it start over,
Freed from the burdens of memories?
Nothing makes you more aware
Of your own nakedness
Than someone remarking that they had
Indeed seen it
But then saying nothing about it
I’m nervous to see you
Because you read my soul
and only said that you had seen it
Was it good?
Did you like it?
Should I just burn every line
I am possessed to write?
You only read my words
But I feel like I just had awkward sex with you
I don’t want you to think my words are empty,
Like eyes after crying their last tears of care.
Brush the hair out of your face and look at me;
I want to get lost in your eclipses,
The ones blotting the suns at the center of each
Hazel marbled universe.
Let me kiss the milky way of your neck,
Leading down until finally finding
Place my ear to your chest, I listen,
To the big bang fueling life of a single existence;
Don’t ever stop beating for me.
It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it, but it’s a party, and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes but not because you’re possessive or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there, in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.