Saturday, March 19, 2005

untitled

it's morning
and i'm suddenly warm
though it's all black outside the window

and i discover
that what happened just
wasn't too real

that despite how it all looked
you still might love me
and things are still what they were
before the vodka

so i sit up
afraid of what sleep might deal me
or where the blackness might take me

if i could fly
i'd teach you
just cause it's nice to share.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Always Down

i'm peeling
at the edges
i watch
as my flakes spin and swirl
past your face

always down
will they hit the ground
always down
will i hurt when it happens?

maybe you'll pick me up
and i'll feel your fingers
all over me
again

smear me
across your skin
let my heartbeat play upon your lips
a lullaby

let me linger
on your tongue
let our bodies breathe as one
there's nobody here
just the two of us

and if you'll keep me
in your arms
nothing that hits us can take us down
there's nobody near
just the two of us

even when you step out
against the wind
and watch
as it catches me
and peels me away
on those flaying edges

always down
will i hit the ground
always down
will it hurt when it happens?