Tap Shoes

I want to put my pen to your paper
and make words with you.

Bursting from the bottoms of my bootstraps,
and flapping like the bats that live in my basement,
erasing any sign of solitude
and filling in the empty spots.
Rolling off my tongue and slipping into your ear,
crippling your fears and dancing
with the devils from your nightmares.

I don't want you to listen for the lightning,
I want you to dance in the rain
because water will waste no time
in finding ways to wake you up.

I've never considered myself an artist,
but I always wanted to be
so throw on your tapping shoes
and dance with me.

Clash with me on clouds of catharsis
and moan with me in moonlit poems
but promise you'll come home to me.
When your fingers begin to freeze
and the buckles in your knees
sound like hollow spots.

When all you've got measures up
to the knots in your stomach,
come back to the mouth of the miracle
and breath life from the lips that kiss you there.  

And I'll leave my notebook open
to the notion of outside the lines,
if you’ll tell me why,
and write the reason to my rhyme
in the cracks of my spine.

I don't need you to be gentle,
just honest.
I promise, the pain of heartpuncture is part fun
for the way it makes me wonder
what’s out there to heal me.
So feel me for what I am.

I am beautifully fleeting.
Needing to be needed,
and holding out to be held up
as something to be proud of.

Because we all deserve to speak loudly of a lover
and mean it.

And me and you?
We deserve to clean up our act with moonshine
and find sunlight in the aftermath between us.

Reviews

[mark slade]

cool verse. i like the lines "we deserve to clean up our act with moonshine and find sunlight in the aftermath between us" those lines shine.

[JeSSe]

i feel this to be almost a cunfusion of what you want i like how it starts by letting us know your opening up from the past =] the sunlight in the aftermath between us was such a great line you have a great style good read =]