I’ve loved one woman in my life
and never thought
I’d have to struggle with those currents again
But waist deep in feeling and waters rising
I can feel the sands shifting under heavy feet
Head west and let go
Of what’s awoken me out of myself again
Or tack east on a red and blue zephyr
With eyes on the horizon of her
In the slim house [almost] always wins hope
that
You’ll see and feel and want and need
Chance hunger taste and burn
Drop some of those barricades
The carefully constructed twists and turns
Safe facades that yearn to be breeched
and want to let me in
There’s a modest home that is to be built
In it a bed imprinted with our shapes
Molded in our sweaty and cuddling shadows
Huddling in the quiet safety of us
Walls with our fights and laughter
Carefully recorded in paper and paints
That change with our memories and moods
You have the keys to the other
And those will turn the tumblers forever
Of that you have my word
But whether or not this new sanctuary
Is made for me or us
The place I go to hide and bathe
In the thoughts and fantasies of you
Or the place we go to find
Our beautiful mad asylum
From a beautifully maddening world and time
I am so in love with you it hurts
and I’m not supposed to say that either
But I’m tired of convention and wisdom
Screw the dreary confines of proper
Fuck careful measured steps
In their fucked up definition of ‘progress’
I want the madness of love
The madness of you
The madness of me
The melodic chaos of us
More than anything I just want you
