Ink spills across the page Quickly, compose One painting, one color From crimson to rose
You scribble your passion Inside the hues In galaxies, in thought Declaring your views
So drench the paper Stain it with art Brush strokes of the mind You're a writer at heart
Driving through the hills A little after dinner time I speed in the right lane.
"Don't worry," I sound very reassuring, "I know where I'm going."
I need my glasses And I can't admit to him That actually I can't see And I"m a little lost.
He needs some reassurance Which I hand out like mints, Maybe if I sugar coat it He won't know it's a little harsh, A bit too fresh, with a bite.
It's too cold for rain, Too warm for snow So we don't know what's coming down.
But we are. I'm having a panic attack While laughing at his story.
I wan't to turn around, I've missed the exit. "Trust me," I say "It's okay."
So he does But he shouldn't.
Muse, I am holding on to you It is not desperate or clingy I hold you gently, with room to move Or without touching you at all
Your beautiful mind inspires me The way you see the world The convictions you hold I am mesmerized, captivated
I love you, it is obvious, so obvious I can't let go, I have tried Muse, I have tried and failed Over and over and over
All I can do is write you and keep you Do you mind? Are you upset? Tell me it is okay, these feelings I worry my pen is a sword to you
I am surprised by the softness And the intimacy of this moment I had expected your skin to have Thickened and grown rough with time I am surprised by the way I remember The taste of your lips pressing on mine Taken aback by the way we fit together Again like easily memorized lines
There is a sweetness to the salt Of the sweat that forms at your sides A familiarity to the way you look Lying wanting beneath my body I had expected you to look older But the love in your eyes is just bolder Are you remembering the reason for rhyme?
I had not expected your kiss to claim Not expected any longing to still remain I had not expected you to still be mine I had only imagined you naked and true Covered from head to toe in our rain I have been pouring over you all this time But I had not expected you to still be mine
"Please stay" He begged and started to cry I gathered my things "Please just try"
I couldn't be his Not anyone's I've tried this before More than once
"I love you" He told me at the door I said nothing back What would hurt more?
I drove away And missed all his calls I wished I'd felt something Anything at all
"You'll never see me again" He threatened But his words were a gift Not a weapon
I saw you when the sun went down There was a spark You saw me as the night came We saw each other in the dark
Maybe we hesitated for a moment For hands to hold Finally when they touched There was a jolt
You and me and an abandoned place An apartment high in the city In a blacked out world The roofs gray and gritty
But you laid your palm on mine And the current flowed Through our fingertips and wrists Our arms began to glow
In an older kind of world You and I were electric Before we were drawn together We never knew we kept it
As our hands lit up our faces I kissed you on the lips We shocked our hearts so hard The current slightly tripped
The people down below us murmured As our light grew and grew I think your eyes were just as bright As mine were for you
When you kissed me back We shook the floors Trembling in the building Rattling all the doors
The people started running Some yelling up the stairs But neither of us heard them We were both unaware
Surrounded in a shield of power Afraid we might explode You squeezed my hands as we burst Away on our currents we rode
I would live here in my mind if I could If the earthly world did not always snatch me away With its incessant needing and needing Earth, why are you so attached to me?
I am in my mind today, like most days Don't say it is not a place because you can't walk there When your thoughts wander Is it through a desert? A forest? Do you swim?
Everything that has died is alive here Here is my dead friend that I used to kiss, looking well Here is the art I gave up on in frustration Here are the words you said to me in anger The dreams we dreamed together, still breathing
I walk up creaking steps from my stomach to my head The body is such a desperate thing sometimes Always needing validation and hand holding So I would live up here tucked away in the ethereal
Shave my head And cover me in a Black robe With a large hood So I can hide In the darkness Of my presence
And look me in My shadow eyes My face all that You can see So you must know Me by the magic Of my essence
I have no body You can feel My fluidity In the night sky And cherish My full moons And my crescents
There are Monarchs in Mexico Where kings and queens still reign Lording over salvia and milkweed In their glorious campaign
Yet nomadic in their nature In summer fleeing their domain The Monarchs journey ever north Old royal kingdoms to reclaim
The dynasty will carry backwards An intricate floating train Resting upon their paladin trees The ruling of Monarchs ever arcane
Summer, I would have an affair with you I'd run away with you Drive down to the harbor Grab your hand Start running And get on whichever ferry Came next
I think I see What others see in you, Summer, Your carefree breeze Mixed with your quick Hot temper Is admittedly alluring
Summer, You would tempt me by the beach Would we even make it Back to the motel? You're hot and steamy Like the air Before the thunder cracks And I might need you Suddenly
I'll kiss you On a private boat dock Out where the herons nest Where the cattails grow Where ducklings learn to swim Closer to the bay Where no one knows us
Did you know that you are of me, Summer? As the grass is of earth As limbs are of bodies But also As phases are of the moon And waves are of the sea
Summer, I would run away with you But just for a little while Please don't call my name Or breathe love in my ear We can take your car With the windows rolled down But we wouldn't last long Beyond the heat
Ashes to ashes I'll get your ashes next week And hold you as dust
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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