Thursday, May 5, 2011

What doesn't fit on a postcard.

I miss you with the pounding of tomorrow
scrambled yolks on deep fried lashes
flashing breaks and pitching slumbers
lumbering to the edge of my conscious mind

A baked dozen wishes floating on the thermals
east-west current crashing hard against my rock
clattered weight of promises and promised
I promised I would always love you

and I do.

And I will always be the face of all your mermen
singing sweet the ocean's lullaby calling
by and by we bring you home
don't worry darling I'm waiting.

I can wait six lifetimes and that I will
a written testament to all the loves that ever were
We're the lucky ones!
Scream it loud for all eternity, "The lucky ones!"

And I love you
with a passion that exists for only one thing!
Bring your body close to mine
because I'm here to give my life to you.