Quiet Company

I've been sold, I've been sold, I've been sold, I'm being sold-out
It is torture but
I don't even care
Except to love you more, to love myself more
Those hot-burned tears for you as I rally to save my skin
wind down me and leave behind gold and green
and I don't stop looking
until I look upon you
What on earth...
I've been sold, I've been sold, I've been sold.
I'm being sold-out.


Sunlight filtering through cracks
in the sky
in the walls
fall across your skin
I fingerpaint across your chest
Every word
known to man
and found in you

Fresh snow
Our footprints mark us
You are here!
I am here!
We are here!
Turn your face upwards
Let falling snow rest on your eyelashes
(dream of me)
Let the white melt on your outstretched tongue

Sing.
It's spring.
Just one word.


I'd sit across the hall
looking upwards until I saw the flicker; light on
Sit with you while your busy hands rolled over these plains, these fields
The stretches of nothing
(Look at me. Just me. Please.)
Sit with you in the after-moments when another dream snatches you away in to the darkness.
I still do.
But now sometimes I don't.
(I still talk to you. Only you.)


Aerosmith (again)
And it's true.
Now I could gain from this. I feel that in my bones as surely as I feel
your fingertips inside of my own
Pages of space
Stacked into lined-paper
A heart for one for all
x3 +1
Done.
No. Run.
Purple clouds. Purple Sun.


Ride the snake, ride the snake, ride the snake
Until we get to the lake
Where I can wash my hands and hair,
but leave my heart dirty, messy, pure.