12-10-18
I think I could leave you here,
In concrete clusters
Cracked memories,
And too much noise-
But not too much
That I can't hear
The peace
The quiet
Of you.
From the backseat,
I watch your presence
Stick to the roof,
You're miles away.
Scents of purple
Still wind up my sinuses,
And down my arteries.
The honesty I shed
In early morning light,
Late night typing,
I trust in the
Hands of the universe,
Always taking my limbs 
Dragging me
Through hell
For the next adventure.
I think I'm like the neon signs,
I'm the life of the party
In my street walking dreams.
The lights close around me,
All smearing into one color,
And I want nothing
But for you to take my hand
And trust in the universe,
As well.

You're my subconscious,
My shower thoughts,
You're tinted blue
And I can see.
You tell me that's what you like-
The awareness
I paint myself in.
All black,
I'm in too deep
With you.

Leave the lights on tonight,
I'll let my ribcage
Call the shots,
If you'd like to tangle
Your fingers
In my breaths.
We talk about rhythms
And synchronization.
I could stay in these moments
Forever,
Detaching from linear
Alignment,
Detaching from time,
And somehow that sums
Up to
Eternity.

You'd love these avenues I've been mixing,
I spill my thoughts
Like an acrylic pour,
You've got the right syllables
You've got the right atmosphere.
⁃ (m.m)