Static
I will love you when the evening exudes unspoken goodnights,
Into dreams that set sail with only you and I.
And end in unbroken mornings that begin in playful grins,
Where you catch me drift into your eyes again.
I will love you when you spill over like cracked radio waves,
When your head hums with static that keeps you awake.
I will sing to you under the tall trees on golden days in spring,
When everything else hushes like an empty midnight street.
And when you run and I chase until we tumble to the ground,
And I seep into your touch like something lost was found.
I think I might love you tomorrow and indefinitely,
But that is me, and I feel far too many things.
If you’re going to leave,
Don’t leave for a man
Who mirrors but does not understand.
Who will tell you you’re only good the way
He trapped you in that second of nudeness,
That empty impression of ritual crudeness.
If you’re going to leave,
Be sure to take everything.
Take the night right out of the sky,
And the dream right out of sleep.
Take the spring and the shade,
And the anthem we made.
And leave me with static;
Leave a blank page.
Leave me with the piece of me that doesn’t lie awake.
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