something's been rearranged
Odd (for Jess)
I do not know you, and that is odd.
I mean, I know you as much as possible
between the beer, wine and Jack
between my nails on your back
from the coffee-turned-kisses sublime
keeping up a rhythm and grasping at time
realizing how goddamn good we both got
at giving the other a wide-open shot
at tossing grenades over fifty-foot walls
hoping maybe, just maybe, this time one will fall.
But this time, it's odd.
I mean, I don't seem to have brought
any army at all.
It's just me this time around
though I'm standing my ground
I want you to see that I am here (armor, weapons and all)
I am still here, and that is odd.
I still do not know you
but I'll tell you what I do:
My walls are all crumbling, my quiver is spent,
I am simply exhausted
bruised, broken, and bent
and when the firing has finally ceased
I woke up to your warmth against my back
and found that the feeling isn't odd
in the least.
I do not know you, and that is odd.
I mean, I know you as much as possible
between the beer, wine and Jack
between my nails on your back
from the coffee-turned-kisses sublime
keeping up a rhythm and grasping at time
realizing how goddamn good we both got
at giving the other a wide-open shot
at tossing grenades over fifty-foot walls
hoping maybe, just maybe, this time one will fall.
But this time, it's odd.
I mean, I don't seem to have brought
any army at all.
It's just me this time around
though I'm standing my ground
I want you to see that I am here (armor, weapons and all)
I am still here, and that is odd.
I still do not know you
but I'll tell you what I do:
My walls are all crumbling, my quiver is spent,
I am simply exhausted
bruised, broken, and bent
and when the firing has finally ceased
I woke up to your warmth against my back
and found that the feeling isn't odd
in the least.