I want to sit out in front of this house & just watch the sun fall with you. The days are getting longer & I'm starting to get restless. I have always thought that dusk was the best time of the day. Just before dying into black, the sky sets off a lovely background for the darkening, naked trees. It shines. I shined before I became night's lover, where we all hide our secret sins. [& where I become even more unnoticed.]

The night understands very well. It understands how easy it is for me to hide because I set off the dark, even during the brightest day [but not everyone's blood is dark enough to see]. It also understands my not-yet-dead hope within its stars. I will know that the stars have been listening all these years when I meet you one day in that jumbled up future.

But you have already given me wings; the blackest of dark with hints of dust from the stars. I use them to fly every time I'm alone.

I want to get drunk while we walk away to the edge of spring & look at those fuckers below us. I want to become intoxicated enough to feel that the happiness has not died within me. I want to smile without wondering how plastic I look in the mirror. Just the two of us, set into a trance; for one moment--enough to feel like that sunset we've all tasted before.

& once the stars are bright enough in the sky, we'll hide under the tall grass & observe the endlessness of the universe. Blare that loud music from those records & we'll sway along with the music & dancing wind. [I think we'll need hearing aids by 35.] & we'll tangle ourselves up, laughing & for a moment, feel i n f i n i t e as we float with the moon. Lick the sugar off our faces, the blood from our arms & the tears from our eyes [Your eyes are beautiful, even when sad and scarred.] I never want to wake up with a saline crust again.

In the night we'll find those softspoken dark angels & loverbabes who also find refuge in the dark. Those fucking fairy tales with blond bimbos have somewhat corrupted us. But we'll make their wishes come true somehow. Then they won't have to become sick of that evil creation known as reality [Save yourself from that devil! I'm a wishful dreamer with some wild intentions.]

I just want to be that star I've always wished on & run my fingers through your dark mop of hair & wake up with a smile. Let's make those soft-spoken dark angels & loverbabes feel i n f i n i t e because I know too much about being invisible & hurt.