Penthouse you say,
or maybe the loft...?
Squeeze these hands and all that's left are the memories of joy bouncing in between tummies and that makes funny noises you know.
Secret languages are the way it goes, but we have treasure hunted long enough, and we know we are holding gold.
There are sapphires and diamonds in this one, and I get giddy just thinking about it.
I'll hold on to it though for a moment, I'm not looking to cash in.
We talk of going hiking, camping, dreaming, wonder, magic, it's just so sweet.
I thank G!d for the moments and the tingles.
We collided in unison and I knew there would be an opening,
time always paves the way for such things.
Time and trust.
We held hands as we paraded down the swanky street, you looked so good, and I'm on your mind.
Touching.
Keep it.
Words are senseless if we do not use them,
so share, and be heard.
The eyes say more then we ever think they do.
Do you know yours are smiling with such pure delight?
And the smile too, it's always there, I keep anticipating that it will fade, but as I gaze, yours brightens.
Well then,
it can happen,
and it's not just me this time.
little blessings, and soon, we must recall, it's all about the third.
The greatness, the oneness, the creator of the dream we live in.
So I got a bloody blood orange and held it on my head since things seem dangerous but it's reversing roles and high school was better now, everything is on it's head, and what seems wrong is right, and they just wanted to help us anyways.
They asked, "who feels brave?"
and I raised my hand. I wanted to be first, I'm scared but I know i'll be fine, and so it goes,
always,
so it goes.