 Now I'm running out of days
but this is where my heart stays.
Naked dash to the pond
first sign of a storm,
the rain falls cold
but the water's warm.
Fall asleep to the stars
wake up to the sunrise
crickets singin in the tall grass
clouds reflected in your eyes.
Eight weeks of summer will never be enough
to warm my bones and loosen up.
Candle wax melted red and soft
on the bedside table
(an overturned crate)
Soft singin in the night
God I love the tent life.
Naked in Mexican blankets
white wine and cigarette
smoke masking your silhouette
Sunrise kisses
dew decorates your eyelashes.
Smooth skin contact rustles sheets.
Making sweet love in the great outdoors.
Now my mind's been fixed on the present tense
The past and future aren't making much sense
And I pay no mind to the passing time,
living purely for the moment,
the harmonious stillness of everything co-existing,
The thousands of details that make up
reality. |