Thought after thought after thought,
are you looking for some magic?
There is some leftover in the tray
more in the night sky.
you woke up right now
what would your first thought be?
Perhaps ‘what’ will do,
if a word is needed
then something fantastic
like ego eyes
or a melody
or the sum cycle of a 24 hour house fly.
I’m just searching for your attention,
any little thing will do.
As I was driving the rain
and I was afraid
but mesmerized too
by the colors reflecting off the concrete.
I wonder, sometimes
I can’t stop. My mind
behaves like swirling air
pulling at you, pulling at me
getting written down.
Pop and shake your way into my mind like the tip-tap-bop
sounds of a dance, you’re an onomatopoeia, I swear
you reverberate my thoughts like sound waves
like last night I repeated your name as two syllables-two notes
and I'm walking a hundred miles every moonlit hour
I just can’t get over your mind
Darling, do you know that people crumble all the time?
as I’m sure you must have but look at yourself now
and imagine from my eyes; I’ll expound again,
you’re like a word on a page that I can’t give a definition to
but I say aloud again and again
and again stumble out open into the wild world listening now
shaping my lips in different forms and testing it to your lips
I’m humming, you’re humming, these are sounds we don’t hear
but we sense nonetheless, resonance is noise
we feel in our bodies.
I Like Your Two Syllable Name
What a song
my heart beats
with your body
while the night
displays the moon
the day the
clouds for moments
now we walk
and kiss and
I think you
sing so lovely