the same is true with me as with you

there are so many reasons
not to have any reason
just to feel our way along

the places that need to be touched
the places that haven’t been noticed

o how they are there
singing like the sun
from behind the clouds

i don’t want to capture you
i wanna free you up
feel you up
feel me grow up

but not quickly
not all at once
in time
to the beat of a heart

each of our flowers
has its petals
to be pressed
to be opened

the keys that make the notes that make the song

a hidden passage
triggered
by gentle persuasion

all we ask is to be seen
and understood
if only for a night
or for a quick lifetime

a second and third glance
now
from across the room

we are both hiding
inside expectation
we are reaching for something
and we don’t know what it is

there is a field of stars
between the tables
where both of us sit

we revolve around our own heart
our own sun
our practical galaxies

stealing glances
at gunpoint
taking prisoners
of thought and desire

i don’t care who he is
and right now
you don’t care either

maybe you will later
maybe because he is human
with thoughts and fears
maybe that will be enough
to make you want to care
tonight
when the room is almost dark

it is what it is
a suggestion of infinite sorrow
and limited pleasure

the angles on our faces
suggest a shape of things to come

and there are my hands
inside my thoughts
extending themselves

along the plains
of driftless skin
golden expanses of wide open spaces
pastures of radiant wheat
which hide below the surface

i often brush against things that may not be there

we are placed in rows
along this highway of space and time
dotted with the imperfect perfection
our ageless souls
and your endless curves

i want to take every road
you have to offer
to see the sunset inside your pacific eyelids
shutting out the day
and opening up the night

the whole universe
inside the tips of our fingers
to make us feel

as if we have been here before
as if we will be here again