Intimacy

Your head on my shoulder
My head on yours
Our hands so close
I can feel the heat
The thought that you just might
Feel this comfortable with me…

It’s probably just the fire
You’re spitting out
It’s this liquid courage
From behind pearly whites
You feign niceties
To keep your part in this play

But I’d like to be your friend
I’d like to mend this bridge by the end
So let’s fan the flames
Let’s bask in this heat
Show them all what a summer’s really like
We could put the Sun and the stars to shame

Your head on my shoulder
My head on yours
It’s the most ancient puzzle
Interlocking like the wheel and fire
Oh old Prometheus
What is this you’ve brought me?
Is this gold or a fool’s errand?

Am I to trip stumble and fall
As I have some many times before
Or am I to subjugate this all
To prove to you what this is all for
This reason to get up in the morning
The smiles produced without warning

It’s the energy in the air
Between our lips, this isn’t fair
When time slows to a halt
For all to witness this enigmatic assault
They’ll all be left in want
Of what we don’t need to flaunt

Your head on my shoulder
My head on your head
All else fades when I hold her
Two hearts, a single thread
To be tied, knotted through
These are the thoughts when I think of you

Intimacy

Hear, O Flower!

Because today is your birthday
And I missed the important one
All those years ago

As it turned out, I’d have no other way
You the liar, me the tactician
It’s all turned to woe

But I lied to myself too
You were no great listener
Otherwise you would have known
That you really were my flower

What’s there left to do
When there’s no roof, no fiddler
These are the seeds I’ve sown
Here’s to hoping she has all the happiness they’ll allow her

Hear, O flower, the love I once held
It was true and pure, strong and whole
Blessed is the one who can have it in the moment
Then keep it burning for an eternity

But even fire leaves ash to be felled
And that’s no way to fill a heart’s hole
Well, it’s not quite time for this atonement
So I’ll stick with my abnormativity

So for you: Happy birthday!
And for all to come…

Hear, O Flower!

Basements and Benches

After all you’ve been through
With me helping you through it
We have that basement
If it’s just your brother and sister who know
Or if it’s the entire universe
We have the bench
Whether you’re sick and tired
Or if I’m injured and out of it
We have each other

But that’s not real, not one bit
Reality is that we can’t see a movie on Thanksgiving day
And that one cannot love another at such a young age
The reality, brutal yet true, is that I am crazy
Like the night in the basement
I was locked in, cut off from the world above

Fantasy is what I live for, not reality
Like on Halloween – you a ballerina, me a ‘soul man’
Or after your show, me ‘with’ you at the party
Outside the studio, you crying in my arms
The others just watching and wondering
But I came for support, I was your relief

Reality is: you will always like ‘that’ guy
And I will always love you

Basements and Benches