Moments

Dance the feet

Of people

Of you and me

Of you and I

As time flew by

Every night sky

We gazed upon

Wishing in each others arms

The dreams and visions lovers hold

Do they keep when their arms unfold

Or do they only remain?

Like washed out laundry stains

They, those dreams

And every moment in between

Are cast upon the stars

Of which we dreamed

Burnt like sunspots in the sky

For you and I

As time has

Swiftly flown us by...

Is it as these things

Of lips pressed

Of hand undressing

Of voices gently letting

Us to sleep

That I treasure

For your pleasure

For our dreams

For you and me

For you and I

To pass again these moments by?

Driving one with a hundred

Down the freeway

Sending all the divots into place

With all the road

Rushing underneath you

It’s like the rush that

Sets itself upon the

First time you grinned hello

Talking like a motor running

Down exilieration

Acceleration

Giving every last breath from inside you

With the pedal to the floor

For that feeling ever more

Handed back in a basket of fruit

In a merry Xmas

From an old friend

Some time to spend

When it’s one and a hundred

Down the freeway

Hear the divots

The clicking

From tire to road

Traveling in drifts

Of words exchange

In hellos of other passerby’s

Some more time to drive

As you tire away from

Humble abodes

Of which I drive in between

Away from small apartments

We live in

Ah, we are living

Young, and on the

First decade of the job

Plus two for posterity

As life can tend to

Stare at me

Staring at your wall

At your pallet paints

Demonstrate and recreate

The grand illusion

The schematic scheme

Like blueprints

Hand your pictures

Etched by the palm

Of your hand

As it held my pen writing

Of the insatiable

With out our white-outs

Sets me right into motion

On the collapry carousel

You knew so well

As it spins on the fingers

And catches the swells

Pulling teeth while we

Speak and turn coldy weak

And grab at debates

We commonly speak

For, as this side has cows

And more for the other

One condescend to go slaughter

Each other’s heads

Down on a platter

Stead’s fast to discover that cow

Meat sure tastes like dead beef

And rotting the nose hairs

Falling from the cares

Crawling, losing the craving

For worms

Or any extreme

Such as fairy tales

Enough of the cause

Carry us by the sails

Drift us away with

A fleeting last grip of

Your fingertip

Ever so far from

Your palm

Here,

Take hold of my arm