Spray me with liquid nitrogen
I'm on fire!
But never mind
It was just your eyes on me
Your hands are on my hips again
But oops
Wrong body part
They’re really in my mouth
My eyes are really fireflies
And they burn right through your body
And I see your bones
So I touch every last one
And kiss the moon goodnight
Under blankets
Under grass mounds
Under tin roofs of pattering rain
And that’s the end of that my dear!
The trees catch the sky
In its bungee chords again
But the light filters anyways
And it renders you
Unconscious
But you fall so lightly into her lap
She could care less
If you were attached by mouth
But how can you be sure
The trees
Catching anything at all
That’s why they spread so far
They’re trying to catch sunlight
They’re trying to steal it all away
I've seen trees that hide in mist
To catch illegal lovers
Do they wear masks and veils?
Mostly
Do they wear maroon lipstick?
So their lips can’t be matched
So their lovers can find traces
Of trees smacking them
When they get too close
To illegal endeavors?
They can never quite trust the trees though
The trees hide in mist
Because they’re illegal lovers as well
They’ve run away to where
They don’t catch sunlight
They only hope hiding is as good
As dull, dreary lives
Of faded stars
And under-prescribed amazons
Instead they catch water
Like the cactus
And we become them
And grow needles like birds
Catching things from the outside
Catching things from the inside
Like their affairs
And their love
Fangs like cherry blossoms
Of course
Lips like mirror edges indeed
Sharp enough to cut
Through your wooden fingers
But soft enough to caress
Your broken back
Loud enough to break your eardrums
But captivating enough
To make you whisper back
I want to find a sound to sing against
And know that my screams
Are loud enough
For them to love me
That’s the only way
They could love you
That’s the only way
Real love can exist
When the screams are uttered
In the most secretive of places
Where not even clown lisps exist
And speech impediments
Are a cause of their actions
That’s when the trees are
The most alive
But the most asleep
The most blind and reckless
The most careful and tender
I love it when they sleep
With one eye open
And watch us sing
And wonder
Why don’t our sound boxes
Pop out like candy
We like to say
They wouldn’t know
But the secret is
They do
When the trick-or-treaters
Come seeking
Their rich delights
Because we’re afraid
Of losing water droplets
To rays of sun
Because the trees let too much light in
And we can’t hold our umbrellas up for too long
For fear of becoming blinded
By the shadows
Being blind is harder
Than it looks
Hiding is blinder
Than it looks
Sighing is louder
Than it seems
And silence is even softer
Than feathers
I want to be that light
So the trees could catch me
I want to find a girl to push down
In hollyhock bushes
And know she won’t whimper
When the thorns press into her skin
Because really
It’s just my lips
And it’s just the love
I’m injecting into her veins
Or snatch me away when I’m forgetting
What’s really important
Or all I can remember
Is that the sky is blue
But I wouldn’t think to ask why
The sky’s really red and purple
Orange and green
They’re just kidding
I bet it is
I’ve seen the rejected light
Reflecting off of it
Just as blue as ever