Would Turn Out To Be

claiming me without my tribe, it's what you're doing. you're doing this
doing this
helping me to name my colors, and i feel a little warm.
i am Lithuania, just pulsing and last temple standing.
but there is more to this than moon beams and word-charms
and i like the sea for more than the salt
and the water keeps me whole, keeps me under
pulls me under.
slip into my waters, it's only just wandering.
and i won't abandon my tribe, yet feel my bricks revolve, my plaster peeling
under thick sun
but i have learned to wear sunscreen and fish out the ultra-violet.
your bishops have prepared for me this crossing, and i know
that you know that i'll force the sword
but before i cross i'll hold out and run about
untying all my rope
is it me, is is you, this twisting of my fires?
i am Lithuania, just pulsing and the last temple falling.

Mama was a ramblin' gal

but it wasn't only you. and i thought i thought about it and maybe it's just from outside, those things that derail and co-exist with me here, my dollies are wet.
you
you save it all up and you take it all off, like the peels of a pear, and i think that you're maybe a little past
crazy
and you
you make me feel just like a starling sometimes, when i'm riding the skies and i'm black like the tides of your midnights. i think i see stars, i think i see mirrors, i think i see heaven when sprinkles come down.
and i'll walk the tight-rope with you, holding your hand, and whispering whispering just like your daisies.
and i
i felt like the moon didn't give me enough, and just like she said the grass grows in patches, the kisses aren't forever, and flavors, they wax and they wane.
and i think that i'll run just down the block, i kinda just feel like maybe a sloppy-sweet scoop of ice-cream will do. maybe today i'll have flavor 33.

Quick, but for a drink

smoky jazz in whiskey hazes breeds familiarity like that summer night, back when. i was dew-dropped and loaded, could smell your stories before you let them crawl out at me, slow and graceful. you always played at ballet, didn't you? there wasn't enough time then, to watch it all unfold, card-like and thick. the piano spelled it all out, rhythmically, finger by finger, and you unbutton. i was only just 3 steps away from the door before your poison found me, coaxed my nerves. dirty-myth and lives that were wired, distraction-bound, you navigated around them, never so much as touching the edges, rough and worn. was it the way i slayed the drink? was it how my mouth shapes words, wet and....and dripping? or was it just the way i wore my shirt that night, watching the waves like i might jump, like i might fly?

Gleam

just a fresh perception like the flown-out distressed look of your tuesdays. i'm in lust, i'm in current dispositional delusion, i'm in just a little bit of sugar, i'm in utero.
candy breath and new beach-breezes kiss you just in time, save you from melting out of my hands, i think i have you now, i think i have you. you're in glass, you can't see, you belong, you're woven into me, you believe, you're just in mind.
circle it into one more chord, two bars above my twist. you lovely, you gleam, you comprehend what i am thinking. like me, you collect sand. we could make glass candies out of history, just like artisans. i think i am liking the taste already.
just a fresh perception like the flown-out distressed look of your tuesdays.
but it's a constant re-calculation, think it through. so much of it is you.
i'm in lust, i'm in current dispositional delusion, i'm in just a little bit of sugar, i'm in utero.

Nachash, but you can call me Sam

i stood, not in your image. for suns and planets, i shone for you. lower it went and lower, the apple was too easy. i could have done nothing else. i was in tears over it, the way it went and the way they were not deserving. to have dominion, Elohim, i understand is dangerous. even for you. nothing else, but that they fly from me, in numbers greater than i had imagined. abussou, abussou, there is only this, Yeshua. and i cannot bring myself to look at you as you do me. there is anger in your eyes. no precious heartbeat. and i have been abandoned, as you have spoken it, and miles stretch out. i was just a child, was just a child. and still i cry, you refuse my pleas, and it is written. we never speak, i do not sit next to you, Lamb as I have done. so i take and i deliver to you your expectations. your father is cold.
your father is cold.
i was just a child. do you not see me? do you not understand? you reserve yourself for clay and fallacy-the broken things, and they do not understand you, not as i do. will never understand. have you grown so distant? perhaps your time here was too short. i remember you as warm, once, and on the hill, though you denied me, i think i loved you even then. and you had it in you too, though you turned away. and so you've won, you've won your dominion and your hollow praise, you sacrilege. you've got it all thought out, you've taken what you wanted, and still, even still they curse you and forget you. everyday is equal to that wooden betrayal and still you cannot look at me and just let me go. forgive me. your father is cold in his dark water.
your father is so cold. and you were all that i had wanted.

Solution

an enchantment. say it all in whispers, like a marathon.

turn it up, turn it up, way up just the way i wanted it. and it's solution here,
sweet thing, moving over me. slip all the way (it isn't only you), and let it go.
just let it go.

faint, i fall, you see it, look so pleased to know. my shudders kill you just the way they should, this artillery is nuclear. but if you slow down, ride this out, draw this out just like the matadors would do. i'll follow you. i'll trickle down.
and
turn it up, turn it up, way up just the way i wanted it. and it's solution here,
sweet thing, moving over me. slip all the way (it isn't only you), and let it go.
just let it go.

i'll follow you. i'll undulate in my own rhythm. and this explosion is just like i've read about before. with my lips, i know this song. i know this song.