I always run a loose ship and I love water and the milk blue
of early morning, the tomboy trees that belonged to my
childhood, where I was shy and watchful and good at being good
I love balloons and bubbles and kids in trouble that i can help
I love the way your Elvis mouth matches your open shirt
and I never hurt, anything in this life if I can help it
I have emotional, physical, and saying no problems
I have a prayer of gratitude I use for no reason, except I am grateful.
There are a thousand ways to know my dreams and sad moments
and how much I yearn for the opportunity to touch life free
But there is no opening in your body for me.
What are you doing with the incredible sweetness that love brings?
The way you stare at nothing, say you're waiting to die
Say you stopped believing years ago in a woman, that they all lie.
And you live your life by a golden rod that you pamper
and it doesn't matter what I say or feel, my thoughts just hamper
your ability to look in the mirror and see only you
I see you too. As a shut down, as a hard wall, as a bag of cement
that I can't move for the moisture that has settled in your cracks
And I understand you want me to love you, without having to give back
I understand you spent a lifetime getting away with that
but I am a touchy, feely, laughing, loving kind of woman that fights
dark invaders and black forces because I believe that LIFE
is beautiful.
I scan your brain, umbrella your rain, keep you by a warm fire.
I try to enter your heart through your stomach, your bed,
your ear lobes, your kisses, your arms that press tight
against your side with hard muscles I am too tired to fight
Till I slide to the edge and finally let you be
There is no opening in your life for me.