It's easy to idealize when there are no ideals.
i like the way your eyes
make half moons when you smile,
and comfortably remind me
of summer nights
that swayed east and west
in an agreeable tide-motion
that we amplified gracefully
in our hammock.
under the buddleia,
blooming
in bright purple cones
that shimmy down its scent to us.
this night had the feeling
of a white flesh peach
that was ripe for the plucking
and seeped down our chins.
syrup kisses.
this one is for you
simple sound wave bouncing out my head
and through my guitar
ridin' high on the oxygen
glidin' long like a bird
but still just whisperin' to you
behind that night time window pane.
lullabye
written
as a
long goodbye
but
just said
as a
simple goodnight.