you, with your sultry voice
and me on the edge of every word you sing
I can picture us in smoky cafes all around the world
but do I have the courage to open up
and be more than fluorescent light?
(I’m so damn scared to speak)
you see, you make me have this feeling
where I want everything and nothing all at once
I want your unconditional love following me around
in your minor songs & guitar forever
but because I don’t believe I’m fit for that sort of thing
anymore.
I want your cigarette stained dry lips, your deep floored whisper
voiced deep in my ears
your breath on my neck
in between the melody lines.
I think I’m jealous of you because you believe
you need music more than salvation
and oh, music is the greatest earthly beauty,
weaving in & out of our souls like honey on your tongue.
I’m wishing I had your ability to trust the hands of music with your soul.
I’m wishing that you could show me your type of salvation first ahnd,
through your hands on that guitar
so that I could sing back to you
my type of salvation
hoping I have an angel’s voice
so we can go to heaven together
and spend the rest of our earthly days
breathing on each others’ necks
and singing in each other’s ears.