Give me something to return to in your heart

I am a house
young build but old at heart
so we can spend Sunday mornings rummaging through the dusty corners and get excited exploring the attic
and find more surprises to complement the others already found
lying around between the hardcover books, scruffy stuffed animals and rusty candlesticks

Who would've known it needed just some containers,
the right kind of uncertainty and your practical mind to
make me cook meals and love unconditionally

We don't sleep
but pretend to do so
but it's hard to sleep with the wind of change in our sheets

I need your calm footsteps on my creaky floors
to carry soft carpets in
so we can sink our feet into the mellow warmth of silence
and you'll make fun of my wrinkly and crooked grandma toes

Just keep laughing and tell me you haven't given up on us just yet

Hyperballad

In my mornings I live like a blind man
and carry my fingers around your body up down up back to the soft skin behind your ear towards the bones of your hips and back to touch the slight dimple where the curve of your nose ends

Waiting for you to tell me it's enough
but you never do

The reason everything from my cuticles to my light wrists slither on your leather shell every morning
without exception
is just so I can memorize every single bit of you
before I must carry my own weight away
so those three white metallic eagles can fly me across the seas
to the bed I haven't slept in for 358 days

You kiss my lust out of it's sleep to drape it over your pelvis

Boats stay silent and still
surrounded by wandering waves
before my intoxicated and damp eyes
and I hope you are going to love me more than all of those arches of bent down spines
cracking underneath my collapsed sanity

I'll find a map and draw a straight line; over rivers, farms and state lines; the distance from A to where you'd be; it's only finger-lenghts that I see

Funny thing is
in a couple of months I'm going to carry my things into your apartment
but instead of staying it is going to be a sign of leaving

and for 17 days you'll share your bed with me
and I'll make my morning coffee in your kitchen
and make a mess in your living room
while listening to your roommates indie rock cds
kiss you to sleep
and wake you up with my snoring in the middle of the night
wake up early to have a shower with you before you leave to work
but crawl back to bed when you close the door

I am mostly just teary
you're trying to stay strong just to keep me sane

hush hush hush below my auricle

and your roommate is just a ghost wandering around his own apartment
without knowing where to go or where to be

And in the end all three of us pack our coffee mugs and couches and books and sex toys and loud speakers and passports and the microwave
and walk out from that apartment where we spent complete
3 days of lust
2 days of peace
9 days of desperation
1 day of remorse
2 days of escapism
all of them wrapped in insubstansial love and ignorance

and I'll hold the plane tickets 4675.2 miles away from you

If you let me here's what I'll do; I'll take care of you

"What time should I set the alarm for?"

"Don't bother
Let's just stay in bed tomorrow and be in love" you say

and silently I agree
and kiss you goodnight
while the morning sun already burns my eyelids

Summer's in the air baby, heavens in your eyes

Your body is your temple
they say

but as his arms bend over my being
I've never felt that a simple touch could be so sacred

He hands me a beer with that peculiar grin
and I slide my fingers under his shirt
and as I bathe in the warmth of his chest
I swear I could speak in tongues or walk on water
just by listening my senses rage

For this I am sure
his body is my temple
where I immolate my sanity
but somehow I'm in peace

If home is where your heart is then we're all just fucked

"Can you spare a dollar, miss?"

I sure can, sir
because just like you
my heart is homeless and starving

I gaze towards the mountains next to these busy streets
and I wish I could stand as tall and strong and sure

Belong sounds like a strong word
but what if
here in your arms is where I should rest my head for rest of the nights to come?

It is peaceful in the deep / Cathedral where you cannot breathe

My eyes are wandering in your ceiling
that sound like rushing rivers

And all I'm left to do is
to make the heavy choice to stay here
in your arms as my heart is drowning into those busy waters
but you know what it's like under the waves
don't you, my sweet

Even in the heaviest storm
it is calm under the surface, you say
but my limbs are tearing apart from every chord
when this current is pulling me towards your warm body

you are silent and still
tied over my chest with a Sailor's knot

secretly I whisper to the air
"please never let me leave"