the way we circle eachother's breath
i fed you sign language, writing my love
in the air for everyone to see
but you.
you only choose to see what
you want and i fall in there, sometimes
but not enough.
i picture us as something more but the
image is fragile and my careless hands
toss it around too much to ever be clear.
but the love is still there.
and i tell you what i'm not thinking
i tell you that this place is dirty and contagious
enough for the both of us just to bring your
ear closer. just to make you want more information.
you're too clean sometimes.
and i'm too indifferent to know any better.
but i love loving you
when i run out of things to say
when i run out of gaps to fill with my nonsense.
someday
you're going to love these things about me that
fall from my hands, my mouth, these things that
fall from the space i invade. but most days
it doesn't seem quite worth it knocking all of
these boys away.
but i need room for you.
i want to be good for you. i want you to find me
passed the filth and the madness, these things
someday you'll overlook.
it isn't me. it never was.
i wish that you knew that by now.
but it's alright. because you will, eventually
and the way we curl into eachother will become
a groove you won't want to be rid of.
we are perfect for eachother because of the
imperfections. you will see.
and then you'll know
what it is i've known all along.
someday, we're going to be so pretty together.
i will wait.
you will see
oh the startling mechanics it takes
to get to we.
i'll jump from here.
i'll start now.

09/01/2003

Posted on 09/01/2003
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