Your Neck Is A Canvas For The Brush Of My Lips Wondering If We Ever Had A Chance At Innocence A Roguish

You and I stand at the Shop counter We are buying a Freshly baked blueberry pie To bring over to your Brother's home towns away

You stand patiently In your thick woolen Overcoat, in the many layers Under your violet skirt That has faded to lilac

The shopkeeper counts Our shared coins And you look at me With the warmest eyes On this blistering afternoon

You look at me so innocently In this small, warm Bakery, like looking At me could melt the winter From our hats and mittens

You say thank you to the Kind man with the Graying mustache in The coziest voice I know as if it were my own

We walk down the street Down to the train, where You will sit close Beside me, and it will Not be the pie that warms us

I think I misunderstood you Sandman, I apologize You were no devil but protector Throwing your sand in my eyes You kept me safe when I could not bear to be awake My Sandman, my savior I'm sorry, I never realized

When life got overwhelming You brought me a land of dreams A place to rest, to heal Created rejuvenating scenes You were no trickster Feeding me knock out mixtures I'm sorry for my behavior You've been a friend it seems

The snow is old and dirty, Full of sand and gravel, Making the once pure white blanket A sight more saddening than before.

Trees that once flourished in the Summer breeze, warm air blowing Through the leaves filled with little Holes from snacking insects.

I look upon them now, Nearing the end of a harsh And dark winter that grabbed me By arm and dragged me down.

And I think to myself how I have the excuse or the right To complain, that it's my Prerogative to sink into the sorrow.

Yet she (that is to say my love) Knows better than to sing the song Sung a thousand times before, "These are my burdens."

To be a rose in the garden of her mind, Would I be watered and cared for? What more can a rose do But remain still, hoping to be beautiful?

I think of how she's never seen the snow, Seen it fall so elegantly, so peacefully, All the while freezing the earth And suffocating the grass under the weight of it.

And so as the seasons change Mother Nature warms the world, Thirstily soaking in the melting Of the ever changing landscape.

The dandelions that sprout in the Spring Aren't gathered up and handed out, Not asking to look pretty Yet still they are and always will be.

Maybe I could be the morning dew On an uncut and untamed lawn. I could sleep there for the night And wake renewed at dawn.

So rather than growing in her thoughts, Perhaps the real treasure would be Spending the winter bundled up In blankets together, not waiting for anything.

And when the sun is out and Shining in our eyes, we would embrace The day's warmth coming through the windows Of our tiny house in the woods.

I do not care that When I speak passionately He smiles and his Eyes glaze over in confusion I do not care that He does not understand What I mean when I say The world inside me is glowing Or that the goldfinches Were singing to me in color

He is not meant to Understand my musings He is my rock on a crashing Shore that is always stormy My friend who sits By me and never asks for me To explain my layered words I care only that He is happy to share space And listen to me anyway

What are your dreams? They say What do you mean? I say

Don't you have goals? They ask Nope I laugh

How can you not? They say I guess I'm a sloth I play

You must have a job They say Certainly not I say

Contribute to society! They exclaim I have anxiety I explain

So what do you do? They question I write and I muse I tell them

But what about money? They implore I have enough to be free I retort

What makes you this way? They ask why I'm content all my days I reply

Such wasted life They dismay My world is bright I say

They say no man is an island So I am no man I am merely made of sand In an unknown ocean I am just a bit of land

Anyone can visit me As long as they don't stay Or they would be deserted too So after a couple of days I would have them washed away

On my island there would be a tree My only bit of company I am happy to be alone With the salty breeze Over the island that is me

This day is so vibrant And vivid, exposure turned up The sky such a dense, Saturated blue

This day is alive, It is singing in color Look, those trees are so green Much greener today

This day whistles In flocks, buzzes with bees Flickers on water, Dancing, today is dancing

Kingdoms that we built Inside our neighboring, Rolling, hillside towns Still stand strong and Towering, but only in my Enchanted daydreams, the Night fell fast in yours

She covers herself In tattoos And piercings Dyes her hair Many vibrant colors Then says She doesn't like Modified bodies And uses it As a reason Not to be with me

The little spider Under my table Strung up a pebble To anchor its web And I am as curious As I am impressed By this mysterious Feat of engineering