Feels natural to stay up till dawn

To see the colors of God’s guitar strings

In our sweaters and invisible life vests.

We’ll float out on mute memories

Like babies with soar eyes constantly growing.

You’ve beaten me with a part of you

And bruises never looked this pretty;

Lavender birth marks.

Wish I could take your lips with me

So I could hear you mumble radio tunes

And I need you here, I do.

And I wish you could take my eyes

So I can watch you sleep

While I blindly walk treacherous ground.

Mexican bars wait with tequila filled rose

Petals floating in glasses of milk for us,

In case mother nature’s breasts

Run dry and sick, and we’re forced

To love like brothers and sisters;