I would rather be kissing you right now.
Gently stroking your hair as you lay curled beside me on the couch,
Feet tucked beneath you and your head on my heart.
“I fell asleep I’m sorry,” you suddenly say…
No need to be sorry. My hand on your head and the rhythmic thrumming of my heart lulls an Angel to sleep.
“How sweet” you manage and the clock ticks away…
Strange how the tide of inspiration washs over me and carries my soul out to sea.
Somewhere a fire burns slowly and the smoke leads me back to you.
“I hope you’re keeping these somewhere,” you command as the lights cross the bay…
They grow in my heart and pour out of my fingers
To travel through miles of indifferent space and find a home in your heart.
“Well tonight you’re on fire,” you whisper as we retire the day…
There comes a point when the soft focus of reality blurs
Into oblivion and the chaos pulls us in.
Therein lies the poetry of life; random and order intertwined
and then it all fades to gray…
Mannino Acid 