Every Other Freckle

A sprinkled galaxy across your face,
more captivating than the Milky Way,
every other freckle a fumbled excuse
a jagged point where I longed for you.
Charts and graphs, I plot the way,
tracing through a slew of yesterdays,
every other freckle a marker in time,
reminiscent of the places when you were mine.

Light Pollution

We can drive all night, we can take our time
Sit back, relax, let the roads unwind
like the thin strips in your old mixed tapes.
Summer’s a ripe time to make a few mistakes.
The twists and the turns of these country roads
can make a strange place feel a lot like home.

Baby, take me away from the light pollution,
let’s drive south and start the revolution.
The stars will guide our way into the break of a new day
Darling, take me away from the light pollution,
let’s make good on all those resolutions
to see something more than what’s behind our own door.

We can count the stars and connect the dots
Sit back, relax, and share your thoughts
like everything else, what’s mine is yours
my secrets and jokes, but who’s keeping score?
The twists and the turns of these country roads
can make a strange place feel a lot like home.

Baby, take me away from the light pollution,
let’s drive south and start the revolution.
The stars will guide our way into the break of a new day
Darling, take me away from the light pollution,
let’s make good on all those resolutions
to see something more than what’s behind our own door.

Little Nook

Give one moment of each day,
just one minute of each day,
just a second, let me say
that this is for you.

Save a tiny space for me,
just a little spot for me,
just a small corner to be
a bit closer to you.

Call Me Home

We smashed
every plate and piece of glass
a fractured rainbow in the trash.

We danced
through the night like we were young
liquor coated songs we sung.

But I loved
that glance you threw so casually,
that smile that grew so naturally.

And please, please, please
please don’t go.
And please, please, please
call me home, home.

We burned
an endless stream of cigarettes,
torched our bridges without regrets.

We crashed
sprawled across strange floorboards,
lulled to sleep by broken chords.

But I loved
that glance you threw so casually
that smile that grew so naturally

And please, please, please
please don’t go.
And please, please, please,
call me home, home.

Modern Romance

You can share my bed, but not my heart.
You can have my body, but only after dark.
You can hold me close, but don’t hang on.
You can stay for now, but just until dawn.

I will share your bed and offer my heart.
I will proffer my body, right from the start.
I will embrace your body, imparting affection.
I will stay until your inevitable defection.

Past and Gone

August was an age ago,
our day of parting, a distant dream,
a luminous love that consumed only one,
a faded hope that ceased to gleam.

December’s close, so long ago
a gift of closure that came too late
chance encounters that tear me down
how many instances insinuate fate?

Human

Flesh and blood compose my parts
bones and tissue, a beating heart,
a human brain with few dysfunctions,
zero defects, minor compunctions.
Organic human, born and bred,
living, breathing, you’re real, they said.
Naturally human, I struggle to be,
so why is this so difficult for me?