Don't sit with me today It's not a day For togetherness
It is a day for uncertainty For distance For dissonance
We are floating Through the seas Of the sky.
The gentle wind Grazes our skin And we sway, Oh, we sway.
We are flying Effortlessly Through the airwaves.
And the sun Is so bright It warms our souls And we smile, Oh, your smile.
We are radiating, Reflecting all the light That’s filling in our hearts.
The touch of your hand As we flow Leaves me breathless For a while.
We are floating, We are, Oh, we are.
And there are So many colors To your wings.
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
When the curled up cat Stretches out to reveal Its soft warm belly And the heat from its fur Rises up onto your hands Before you touch the body That's trusting and Purring just for you
That's what my love Feels like Unfurled and vulnerable And warm without Ever putting your Hands on me
When the notes are soft In a smooth tender song That lull inside the Fullness of your heart When the chorus comes In a melody that makes You think of drinking Coffee on a winter night
That's what my love Feels like A house to come home to When you turn the keys Lights already on I am that sigh of relief
The enigmatic me, I am the phantom bird The sphinx-like you, who exists in shadow You are effervescent, elusive You are a past life, a future creation I, well I am unearthly, a singing phoenix I am a thousand voices reshaped in rebirth You, a face shifting behind the veil One and the same, many things, unknowable If I am somebody's songbird, calling the cat If I carve a place in the hollow of a hand If I am another's, still unclaimed, still mine Then I am yours, always yours Who am I whistling to in the night If not someone as nameless as I? In the space where mirage becomes breath Between these legends, you are me, I am you
Did you think that I would change? That my eyes and nose And lips would rearrange? Did you worry that my kiss Would taste different Or just wouldn't feel the same?
Did you worry I would smell wrong? Like I was new Like you didn't know My pheromones? That my scent wouldn't be as It had been all along?
Did you hear my voice a new way? Did it feel foreign on your ears Like you hadn't heard it Every day? Did the notes in songs I sang Sound cracked and frayed?
Did you think my hands would feel new? That they wouldn't be the ones That knew you? Or you wouldn't want to hold them Maybe you were afraid So you refused to
I would have loved you just the same The way I used my body Wouldn't have changed Unless you wanted me to That same softness would remain I'm still carrying your name I hold our torch And I'm forever carrying our flame
Where was I when My mind was clear of thought? In gloom In gloom Yet out of shadow I bloom
No sweeter than A maple candy Were the scent of rising Fresh spring flowers Happily dancing in the showers
Like them I return From a dark and empty slumber Refreshed Refreshed I am waking from my rest
"Be gentle with me" I say to myself, or to my thoughts I want to detach myself from them Thought and I Are not one in the same
Thoughts can be cruel tricksters Jokers and bandits They reside within me at times But they do not speak in my voice They snicker when I do not
"Be forgiving" I say to myself, in spite of my thoughts No one is as savage as they are Intruders, there is a "No Loitering" sign You can enter but you cannot stay
I thought we were art The kind that could heal Your paintings abstract My writing surreal Pieces that where honest And made us both feel But I wanted concrete And you've been ideal I look at you and see More than sex appeal Maybe you don't want art Or anything real I'm just another secret Someone new to conceal
Let's not tarnish the sky By throwing money at space races While children who wish upon stars Are starving to death in streets While workers are catching the plague Earning a wage that isn't living Just to pay for your contest
Let's not tarnish the sky Please don't tarnish the sky Leave the stars to those who need them Please just let the stars remain
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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