I am on that endless rinse cycle.
I want to drive with the windows down until the sun comes up someplace I can burrow in the sand.
I want to be just this body across the hotel bedspread,
Smoke a few down to the fingers, drink too much,
watch fish fling themselves onto the beach.
I’m sorry, I love you. I don’t know how to be the right thing at the right time.
At least it’s just us, minimal damage. You know I’m a hostile environment,
The mothership thrives.
When I get far enough away I want to come home, sneak in the back door, climb inside your skin while you are sleeping.
Maybe I’m not getting any older or maybe I’m already dead.
What a song, what a dance.
Where are your eyes?
You already know the curves and smooth valleys.