When You're Not Looking
my heart it feels like bleeding
they never said it’s easy
felt before I saw you
on Mercer, run amok
light wraps us; we’re bathing
kisses and sun-raying
mighty like the motion
of a static Soho truck
cobblestones to catch me
hold me ever-softly
let’s laugh a while, I’ll trace your skin
this feeling’s got me stuck
my heart it’s slowly bleeding
is it death or healing?
resigned again I know
with arrows I am struck
a Sunday ne’er so quiet
I stroke your crown in violet
tremors and we’re breathless
the best place to be lost
my heart it’s made of roses
you fill in all the spaces
your presence pads reality
all the world turns lush
hopeless and forgotten
to openness I stumble
submit to waves that crash
chaotic swirls, I ride the rough
rough and lush can coexist?
it seems a silly notion
the waves subside in my chest
as tension turns to trust