Someone whispering my name.
They aren't behind me like you are.
They're telling me to stay the same while pulling my eyelids closed.
I can't live in their shadow.
I can't remain the same.
I want someone to talk to but I can't remember who you are.
Cigarettes are in my pocket and I don't have a flame.
I need someone to light it for me while I suck smoke into my shoulders where memories rest and linger weighing heavy on my chest pulling at my lungs like a suction cup. It's time to find your wings again like when you were a child.
Time to be free and fly my love like when you were 20 before you became wrapped up in money and land and relationship.
You deserve this.
There's nothing here.
It's like barking at the wind.
It's hard to say goodbye with hula honeys on your mind, me never helping out enough in the kitchen instead wanting to smoke pot and drink hard with the guys.
Fucking A I want to hang with the guys resting in the jacuzzi with floating balls and man words of lightning and tornados instead I sit under the tidal wave waiting my turn for air.
Fuck that it's time to soar.
And soar and soar and soar.
Forgetting dogs and wash and cutting grass.
Time to ignite hearts you've never met and sheets you've never rumpled.
You and I are the same you see.
Needing to be seen like a beautiful whale jumping full body out of the ocean with a turn in the air.
Craving movement like a complete body orgasm leaving you weeping and shaking.
Wanting to be heard like a whole body yell vibrating the volcano to eruption.
I want out.
And out and out and out
until I've come back around again.