i think the way the sun shines on you
has nothing to do with the sun
but everything
to do with you.
–your magic
The Sea
I’m just a tad more romantic
hopeless (to be exact)
the two combined
leave vomit on my shimmery and shine
same pants you rubbed
same sex you craved
and then the boxing bell rang loud
while we were in the bliss of all that fun
time to pack the bags
I have my train ticket
do you have the time?
I have my thongs with all the right words
do you have a rhyme?
I have my invites to the latest parties
do you want bits and pieces of my crime?
I confess to nothing
I embrace my sins
count me out
of the nails and pins
on the sleeves of your love
count me in
to the rhythm and blues of your heart
that’s all I wanted from the very start.
You, me, in all that denial
I sleep nude after I wake up
feel the sheets on my skin
as I press redial;
you hate when I call you
say the truth
stick me and you across in that booth
and your touching the letters
on my skin.
I dream in so much color
and waves of the ocean
the subtle drowning in me
wakes me up
I held my breath
from the bottom of the sea.
You might think I am a great storyteller
but I do not/cannot sit for four hours
in misery
reviewing colors and fabrics
with no glasses.
Just lay me down
I might float
or not.
A poem brewing
Find me resting
contemplating
how your light
can easily change
my dark mood
and just like that
the drive you’re on
becomes mine
with a snap of your fingers
your sunlight
sees mine.
Are you blinded by the light or the dark?
Philosophers understand
my words
follow me to cafe shops
and try to storm my mind
with quotes.
Finding anything to write on
I must explore
how
I feel your pressed lips
against my skin
change from day to day
finding less reasons
to love you
as the chill
of your soul
freezes mine.
Letting the cards fall
on my dining room table
allowing the money to buy me less
moments with you.
I can jump into a moving car
or crash into a yearning
solely for you
with your black shirt
and cool jeans
perfect look to match
the beauty I see inside.
It’s hard to hide from me
as much as it is
for me to hide
from you.
Literally impossible
and all my dark
becomes your light
and all my drives
lead to your door.
Nothing stops the traffic
like you can.
No images more lasting
than those I want
with you.
I want out.
I want in
with you.
Have you had enough of my words
my ups and downs
my laying in bed
watching Breaking Bad
my dishes piled high
have you had enough
of my writing spells
my edits
my red hair?
At every turn
there’s a poem
brewing,
pour the fucking coffee
we must talk.
