It’s the simple melodies that we struggle to find lyrics to

And in the triangular rotations of drum, strings, and keyboards I want to be encircled by your lyrics

To be lost in a trance that traces a line to nowhere and that we place we are both settled

With time ticking slowly by mapping our future and imprinting our past there is no rush to run from the present

The melodies without lyrics asks for you to simply embrace your fingers in mine, mirror in each other palms imitating the art of our bodies later

Fully engulfed with each other, within each creases, every limb touching being accountable for its own sensation, slowly, exploring, understanding so it can be memorized through the senses of smell, taste, touch, and feel

And this will be the song of our souls…body connected with mind, intent…

Then when our physical bodies drift away to the places where we work, we laugh, we connect with society and the silent moments become filled with to do lists, we run in the classes of perfection because when the music stops we have learned to go

However there at the end of shadows and dark corners, in different parts of the planets we will let our imaginations run away to find each. For though we know another language, its this quiet moments that search out to each other and create a prophecy

For the next time,

The next place

The next moment when my heels come off, and your tie is undone and our exteriors are shredded down to bare truths and I see you

And you see me

The melodies will rise in the background and sing out for our reunion once again

Simple wordless melodies filled with our breaths that provide the soundtrack while we create the lyrics

Words provided by you…. words provided by me

A song that will always be ours, and it scripts the lines that design the best epic story I shall ever have known

Mine…Yours…Ours

A melody of unscripted love….

I can’t make a cake that tastes like Betty Crocker, because I’m not Betty Crocker

I can’t dance, shake, shimmy like Beyonce, because I’m not Beyonce

I can’t sing like Areatha or even hum like Billie Holiday that’s never been my motif

I can’t be anything or anybody but myself and in that I realize that

I can’t make helium sink, or defy gravity

I can’t tell a bird when to fly home, or advise a squirrel to store for the winter

I can’t wake a hibernating bear or determine how a tree should grow

I can’t take clouds home with me for the comfort I crave

There is no creating a canvas constructed of rainbows to paint the dreary days away

I can’t change the seasons or reverse the rotation of the sun and moon against each other

I can’t find a way to stop finding the can’ts because there are so many elements of this universe that are not within my threshold

And in all my weakness the greatest Can’t I have to now embrace is knowing I can’t

Just can’t

Can never

I can’t make you love me…because you weren’t meant to

Can u just say

Can you just say what it is

Not what it could be or what it was

But only what it is

Right here in this moment.

I can handle it, I’m a big girl

But you losing your tongue

Behind excuses, avoidance, jokes or silence

Makes me want to fill in the blank

And I’m not good at reading your mind

I was at a point

But when you started getting comfortable

And being at ease

You feared what I welcomed

And changed

And now I need you to say what it is

Right here, right now, in this moment

Because I want to know if you are really

The strength I admire

And willing to love me back

Or the coward I ‘ll loathe

Who just wants to be friends