Dry

crossing the field I’m feeling
to avoid the snow crust yielding
softly stepping

I can’t help but think
it’s like what you’ve been doing
deftly stepping

and in times like these, you know they say
you can’t always have things go your way
and so this I ask you:
do you want me to love you?

crossing the field I’m almost there
tiptoeing across this icy air
thinking of leaving

I can’t help but think
you’re already inside me
barely breathing

and in times like these, you know they say
you can’t always have things go your way
and so I must ask you:
do you want me to love you?
do you want me to still love you?

let me come home dry, love
let me come home dry

        

          

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Open Mic Night

a night of hills
rounding o’er the surprises
at the almost intangible
we crashed
but would you look now
the sky separated
no more lenses
and look how it shines

sparkled eyes sending
flashes of truth and water
yet you stay
what a day
at the razor edge, slipped
but somehow fell up

how could you doubt
every same word
every same thought
every same hope
that I should see them too
presents your proof

I wanted to see through
the piercing eyes
the flicker I suspected
was maybe for show
mischief like a contact lay
across your iris, scratching thin
just enough to let you know
the trouble you were getting in

yes, I say so honestly
whether or not I should
but this eve you’ve proven
after everything, it’s still good

so all those hills we scrambled over
skating ice and slipping tripping
end up scorching the fruits
and giving something we can put to use

no more lenses, show the truth
look how you shine
and we will be fine
just show me all this hidden you

    

     

Finished: 6:03 a.m., Saturday, December 1st, 2007.