I know all the places that I want my feet to roam
To start with, I bow down at the tall Tree that I call Home
My eyes intoxicated by each knot where I fall short
I think my tree’d endulge me a slow swing and a high fort
I’ll want no fancy curtains and no spark’ling countertops
In this fort all I’d wish for are our books and the treetops
And please, two chairs, two cups and tea in case I receive guests
Then one last thing, a strong table where roaming feet should rest
Anger at the dark
Or sweet freedom in Your light
Nice I have a choice
You should see me.
Soft, hard.
Curved, chiseled.
Synchronized swimming in hope.If the last time around today, you said “I’ve loved you,” forgive that I did not hear the splash of you landing next to me.
I apologize for the poison in my ears and beg your pardon for the lead in my lungs.These days are funny to me.
As I learn how to float, I mimic the small frys and water bugs frolicking around me.These days are strange to me.
As I strengthen my kick, I feel the distant hands of Some Kind Of Sea Creature softly holding my back.My fins feel fine and you should see me.
We sat together
and learned more of the light. I
looked at you and smiled.
You at the ready
You my strong fortress as I
Fly with my shadow
I admit it
I did it
And I’ll do it again
Again and again
I’ll do it againI smiled and I dreamed and I lowered my eyes
My brunette heart told my head pretty liesThe sun fled West and the moon floated high
I knelt to the floor and I breathed to the skyI must never do this ever again
I know that I will
It’s a matter of when
That one’s just paper.
This real one inside me,
it loves you the most.
I need your playbook
and all of it’s codes. I need
a giggle or two.
Only! Only you!
Can I lean on. You delight
in my pressing in.
