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;