stream-of-consciousness. 5.23.07
i dreamt of love like new ideas too swift to keep up with
of love sleeping in my sleep with me in my sleep
of love- to fully forget everything surrounding me
of life somewhere in a field with sky and no time
and me with no body and no boundary of mind
of me with no perception of others standing on earth
of earth smooth with dirt and my head upon her
of girl smooth white and smooth and calm next to me
of girl somewhat like me waiting to be wanted
of girl like me waiting for her hand to be taken
of love and water pouring and swimming at night
of warmth in the water with whispers and joy
of whispers and joy and fingertips
secrets and desire and secrets and hints
of honesty not to be told through words
of words that make games on the surface
of talking in circles in all honesty
of noticing looks and not words and places
of being swallowed by sky and wind
hearts vibrating and beating through my ears
warmth of strumming and voice roaming
boy wanting- not wanted- waiting to quit
life indefinite no matter what
trying to sleep and scribbling endlessly
pulling out our hearts pulling out our hearts
short breaths and sweet short memories
laying out on sand seeping in toes
driving in cars hopefully until we disappear
breathing in so far to reach for your sleep
breathing in so far and reach for your dream
dream of love in the morning
of the cool morning in song
of a new way to make a day matter.
of love sleeping in my sleep with me in my sleep
of love- to fully forget everything surrounding me
of life somewhere in a field with sky and no time
and me with no body and no boundary of mind
of me with no perception of others standing on earth
of earth smooth with dirt and my head upon her
of girl smooth white and smooth and calm next to me
of girl somewhat like me waiting to be wanted
of girl like me waiting for her hand to be taken
of love and water pouring and swimming at night
of warmth in the water with whispers and joy
of whispers and joy and fingertips
secrets and desire and secrets and hints
of honesty not to be told through words
of words that make games on the surface
of talking in circles in all honesty
of noticing looks and not words and places
of being swallowed by sky and wind
hearts vibrating and beating through my ears
warmth of strumming and voice roaming
boy wanting- not wanted- waiting to quit
life indefinite no matter what
trying to sleep and scribbling endlessly
pulling out our hearts pulling out our hearts
short breaths and sweet short memories
laying out on sand seeping in toes
driving in cars hopefully until we disappear
breathing in so far to reach for your sleep
breathing in so far and reach for your dream
dream of love in the morning
of the cool morning in song
of a new way to make a day matter.