The Ants

The ants draw lines on my body
with their sweet little formations they make me their art
Their marching feet sew my cells together
Without them, I will fall apart
They help me feel
They help me move
Without them, I've nothing to prove
They carry messages from my heart and brain
and carry them along the tracks of my veins
The moths, they fly to my ear canals
Carrying all those sweet sounds for me to hear
Bees are buzzing so busy at my neck
Tickling a honey cologne, succulent engineers
My hair carefully crafted from the spool of a spider
It has its good days and its bad
Centipedes weave in and out of my fingers
making them wiggle in desired paths
The butterfly lifts my spirits
the praying mantis keeps me at peace
The stag beetle pinches to keep me in check
Crickets sing me to sleep
The ants draw lines on my body
with their sweet little formations they make me their art
Their marching feet sew my cells together
Without them, I will fall apart
Without them, I will fall apart

Dwellings

take me to the deep depths of that cave
throw me down the well
and let me hide in darkness and echoes
You know, those things that repeat themselves infinitely
let me engrave my story in these stone walls
with nothing but the nails on my fingers
let my blood bring colour and paint the barriers of my new home
Let the little drip droplets of water ring a percussionist beat
and when that crisp cool air chills my bones
let it shiver down my spine so as to make me dance to those tiny aquatic rhythms
I will stand in this solitary confinement
let me sleep here til my pigmentation runs dry
Until the sun and sound of life makes me jump
Makes my insides leap out of my throat
Let me find excitement in these daily things that I seem to be taking for granted
Let my mind grow curiosity
Let my heart grow feelings
Let my eyes grow vision so as to see things more clearly
Don't break down these walls prematurely
I know you care for me, I know this
Let me set myself on fire and smoke me out
let me choke on my ashes to free me
For this is the only way
The only way dear
You can keep me from leaving

She's Free

Here she is running on sea foam waters
No sound but the pattering of her bare feet
running after nothing more than the sunset sky
Setting steady on her long forgotten dreams
She slides to a stop
The water storms at her toes
She stares intensely ahead as she breathes
Not a thought on her mind
No emotion boiling her blood.
No ties, no direction, she's free.
But where's a girl to go with no gravitational pull?
Where is it that she's suppose to be?
With a whip of her hair
and a twist of her neck
She so daringly looked back at me
There I did not move. Not a word nor smile.
I did not wave, did not flinch, or even blink.
She looked down and closed her eyes
And warmth drew upon her face
Then she ran back after what she could not see
And she's free.

Smoke

We're lying down with our heads looking back at the fire
Watching the flames go down. Letting our hearts grow tired.
You reach for my hand and I reach for your soul.
As our limbs run warm, our words will run cold
The smoke dances around our bodies like a smooth silk scarf
coating our tidal wave curves and binding all of our parts
Outside is no longer existing. Our universe is here.
We're diving into a black hole and there is no time for fear.
Starting with the first sign of life, I breathe you in
and you push your fingers deeper into my skin
plunging into my earth, watch the vines grow with every grasp
up into a high, forgotten, and unfamiliar path
we're suddenly spiraling in a black crystallized abyss
We're tumbling and tumbling with every stroke of our fingertips
Our scratches leave scars that are no longer sore
Oh no, my dear. I do not think we're in Kansas anymore
For our world has turned into nothing but colours and strings
We're swinging freely in a pool of warped foreign things
Suddenly I can't breathe a single breath without meaning
Cannot give, cannot take a single touch without feeling
I see sounds and waves to a song of its own
Every step I now take rings a harmonic tone
And you are the paint I spread on my canvas today
You are the ash and the smoke I watch slowly rise and fade away