One, two, three; Time the waves, discover the rhythm. Four, five, six; On your marks, get set, dive. Seven, eight, nine; Under your foamy swell, Your currents twirl me in a tango. In your ocean that is a dance floor, The navy consumes me. But in the darkness, A single ray pierces the night. A strobe that sends my heart thumping, Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum. In your waters, I’m drowning. Lungs screaming, Yearning to gasp as your white mares neigh. In the hushed serene, Your stolen kisses break me. Yet, though breaking, I’m yielding. In your waters, your sea, your ocean, I’ve never felt so alive. Never felt my heart hit so hard, Never felt my longing stretch so far. How long can one survive without oxygen? How long can one explore the depths before the pressure cracks? But maybe, maybe one day, I’ll follow your light, Break the surface, Top up these vacant lungs, Clamber onto my surf board, And surf your magnificence. And when that day comes, if that day comes, There you’ll find me, A stallion, howling in the sun, Complete.
One foot in front the other, I slowly tread towards your waters. Dip my toes in your warmth, As I pray for the moon to emerge, And summon high tide. I thirst to reside in you. Cast your bones aside, Turn the tap and bathe in your waters. Throw my head back and float your waves. A slave to your currents. As your breath slips, and your gentle hum howls, I feel your riptide pull, Drawing me in, drowning me in passion. A faint line on the horizon spells the shore, But I’m unafraid. A servant to your seas, I cruise your vessels. Hoist the sails and, Navigate your anatomy. As your light beckons me home, Your beating house calls for me, And I whiz to embrace you.
Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry In this game of chess I move, you move Your lips on mine, your hips on mine We borrow time, we borrow love We fall through starry sk-eyes Staring into the deep brown I feel, you feel We feel, we emote, but we shield Pull short before I let you in Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry In this game of Russian roulette Who’ll be the first surrender? Will you fall only to push me away? Will I keep building walls to keep you out? Will we ever succumb to becoming more? Or will we keep lying in bed, whispering truthful lies? Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry On egg shells I tread Soft footprints on the sand Easily swept, keep my path in the dark As we build these sandcastles I know, you know, we know but we’ll never say Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry We’ll never be, you’ll never see For every step you take, you pave the tale with a false narrative And that’s okay I’ll protect your truth, safe in my heart And shield you from what could be Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry Borrowed time, artisanal love Checking one day at a time Stepping closer one day at a time Closer to you, closer to the end Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry
I fell for you when the days were short, I loved you when the days grew, And the suns were hot. Despite your missing sunshine, My love remained, stubborn and unyielding. Now the days grow short, And so it goes. 8pm, the sun dwindles and the lights go on, Once more, I’m starved of your light, And I crave it, oh how I crave it. Your sweet smile, your warmest touch, your open heart, And so it goes. In this homeless house, I count the days, the weeks, the months, ’Til the days grow long, And your rays shimmer through. Grab my hand and pull me in, For you, I’ll surrender. Never to turn, never to close. Like wet cement, your handprint remains etched on my heart. And so it goes. For you, always, vacant.
Tattered flowers and broken flutes Deafening emotions put on mute A home to build, a home to dust A heart so full set to rust Surfing the wreck as we adjust We try, we try and we try You can wipe those tears dry but just know Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody loves you And that somebody is me Take a knee, tap thrice and let it go Whisper goodbye and send me to the shadows Maybe one day, one day we’ll glow Again, and if we don’t, if we can't Surrender my name and meet me in the afterglow You push, I pull and you keeping pushing You can wipe those tears dry but just know Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody loves you And that somebody is me And when you’re staring out your bedroom window Eyes watering as the sun sets in its bed of orange Know that I’m out there in the distance Thinking of you, dreaming of you Missing every square inch of you Waiting for our paths to cross once more And when your tears flood, just know Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody loves you And that somebody is me And that somebody is me
In your eyes, I saw you I saw a girl that I would come to love I saw my best friend I saw an ally that would help navigate my storms I saw the smartest person I know I saw the one that plagued my thoughts In your eyes, I saw everything In your eyes, I see everything but A future
As your weight presses on my chest, I gravitate to your light. Synch to your breath, Tense to your touch, Relax to your kiss. In the crescent of your moon, Your tide brushed through, And washed this heart anew. A perfect canvas, where my Sands dance to your rhythm. You pressed your hand to my chest, An impression you made: a gentle hand. And the love you gave, Remains on this atria, Not a scar, Merely a handprint. A memory of what was shared.
I am selfish. I am generous. I am intolerable. I am hilarious. I am stupid. I am smart. I am naive. I am wise. I am cold. I am loving. I am burdensome. I am helpful. I am foreign. I am white. I am struggling. I am privileged. I am silent. I am loud. I am NOT racist. I am ANTI racism.
In world so full of potential In a race so full of diversity Why must we facilitate this hatred? Why can’t I look at my brother; Tell him that I love him; Tell him that the world accepts him; Hold my arm around him; And tell him that he’s safe; That he’ll be alright?
“Wait, won’t you?” —“Of course.” In the heat, in the cold, In the dry, in the rain. In the peace, in the tyranny, In company, in solitude. Gladly, sadly. “Wait, won’t you?” Words you never uttered, Words you knew you couldn’t. A question you never asked, A question you knew the answer to. Rightly, wrongly. “Wait, won’t you?” A sacrifice, Perhaps. A waste, Perhaps not. Good-day, Godspeed.