this is not your living room anymore
the violins are now playing themselves
a moon made soundtrack

a wishful cheek to a time machine pillow


i read your palm
tree
carefully right-hand-etched
initials + initials
a life line
something about super passionate stars, novas
& creases i know like
your back in my hands (the two paradise lower dimples)
a city map
with thankGod no stop signs

dunes of wheat perhaps floral patterns
tripping all over your verve and sensational eye makeup
say, "fall with me"
collapse about my lips, hips
an abrupt businessless decision to GO
green means
we're alive for this (virtual minute)

standing up for sand dollars
i'll pay for you,
if - you don't let the a.m. sirens touch/tease me
tickled
by this morning's ultraviolet striped sunrise
pink & orange citrus
certain i must slip back asleep

a jar of perfect dreams sealed
with very heavy lids

or did i just feel the warmth of your february skin
covering just the right patches of me
sand blankets are sand bunkers
a war worth fading for, fighting more
your scent the chemical weapon
your peach protective layering
,beautiful

punching and kicking my way backwards to
when we could float flight
with white wings
these kind clouds won't ask us to come back down
town
we kissed by a midnight lamp post
Just so people could see


everything is twisting into something it isn't

but your arms are tucked beneath yourself

mine lifting you by the waist
torso towards the place where
you belong
this is never wrong

just too right
...i pray for eight more minutes away

02/11/2006

Author's Note: dreams can be so gorgeous. some mornings, i will fight forever to try to get back to them. romeo & juliet on nutritious ecstasy.

Posted on 02/11/2006
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