turbulence taking over

drowning out the croons.

i'm always difficult

and you can't be fucked.

we waltz and made promises

that won't stick, but we try

and we try and we are sublime.

i paint my heart black,

to take the piss, and you

take it literally and walk

out of the room, but

seriously sweet,

how can i deface something

that isn't mine?

even in the summertime

we get wasp stings, and

even in the winter the fire's

warm. its just context

its just how far one of us

pushes the trigger. well i

seem to push it too far

and it backfires and layers

my face in ash, so that when

you lean in to kiss me, all

you get is a mouth that's bitter.

bring home a block of butter

before you open the door.

remember i'm temporal

in notions and airs. i'm a

tempest and you're the

shore bearing the brute

force of my swings.

you know i don't mean it.

i just circle and circle above

until i dive, and crash into the

sand (i can't get my head out

of the sand, and i'm so full of shit).

you're just so still, and straight,

and drunk, and all i do is swirl

around you.  i'm like an enthusiastic

old car. it doesn't take much

to get me going, but i come

with a mechanic bill a mile long.