Step songs. Stepped songs.
I would love
to believe life moved in those sorts of two a plays.
Duets of little happenings and
us both
enjoying the trappings of a communication clipped.
Into two parts we go,
glowing, but not
erstwhile knowing what it all could possibly be for.
Okay. You and me and me and I,
the you being
something I like to refer to, in moments of decontructible
nonsense forcing it's way
in to
sleep with me
would you?
I don't want the screen on.
I want heat and dreams are tremendous.
Would you hold me.
If I told you the sky was too big.
The clouds too gray.
The universe hard.
And time too much
for grass blades and everywhere too difficult
to take on alone?
