simplicity in a meal for one and an empty table
We hid in chopped liver sand castles until it was okay to come out.
We feared fearing our faces and we feared using our feet to take us places.
They were foreign and new.
We were speechless.
We stood still.
I was scared that I'd be lost in something I didn't know.
...
We worked out this little plan in when we walk by eachother and want to know everything there is to know about the other,
so we exchange subliminal messages through our passing profiles, and we pretend we are satisfied,
and pretend our questions never phases us.
That's why it eats at our brains and our skulls dwindling like fingertips out the open window on windy roads,
wanting escape,
wanting release.
I want to taste the truth and have it all roll easily on my tongue,
and find comfort where I'm uncomfortable.
I wanted you to know everything about me that your eye's hands couldn't hold onto in the flash of your blinking eyes, blinking mind, in the back of your head.
I want you to remember I surprise myself.
I want your teeth to understand why they form the figures they do in slithering lip-locked insanity and youthful turmoil.
I want your shoulder to remember.
I want your shoulders to miss the spot where my chin slept. And when I sleep when I think about the paths to travel, and the paths to cross, and how you crossed me. And how we have a lot to figure out about one another.
Don't forget all there is to remember.
We feared fearing our faces and we feared using our feet to take us places.
They were foreign and new.
We were speechless.
We stood still.
I was scared that I'd be lost in something I didn't know.
...
We worked out this little plan in when we walk by eachother and want to know everything there is to know about the other,
so we exchange subliminal messages through our passing profiles, and we pretend we are satisfied,
and pretend our questions never phases us.
That's why it eats at our brains and our skulls dwindling like fingertips out the open window on windy roads,
wanting escape,
wanting release.
I want to taste the truth and have it all roll easily on my tongue,
and find comfort where I'm uncomfortable.
I wanted you to know everything about me that your eye's hands couldn't hold onto in the flash of your blinking eyes, blinking mind, in the back of your head.
I want you to remember I surprise myself.
I want your teeth to understand why they form the figures they do in slithering lip-locked insanity and youthful turmoil.
I want your shoulder to remember.
I want your shoulders to miss the spot where my chin slept. And when I sleep when I think about the paths to travel, and the paths to cross, and how you crossed me. And how we have a lot to figure out about one another.
Don't forget all there is to remember.