The Buried Boy
lets go out to the sticks,
I wanna pin a red rose on you.
I wont break your skin,
Im a gentleman through and through.
I will waltz you around through the winter wind.
what if I was for you and you were for me, again?
lets go up by the shed,
I wanna see our breath in the air.
I wanna see that motion sensor light ignite your hair.
I will steal your gasps, and give them back.
burn my knees in the grass, if itll make you laugh
or crack a smile. or sing. or cry, ya know. the good kind.
thumbed out hitches.
run me over, Im signaling.
take good care, my flare is dwindling.
lets sneak into the pool,
Ill stand guard while you skinny dip.
lets climb up to the roof,
we’ll pop a cork into the trees and drink.
lets go down to the bench, and talk a lot.
I may have insufficient breath,
for the words I’ve got inside me head.
If I run then we can kiss instead.
reprimand me, I am innocent.
grab the fence, your skin is glistening.
oh, lets go home, for real.
none of this seems to matter there.
the dead bolts, night lights, pocket knives.
I ain’t ever so terrified.
Im gonna lose my girl, into the city nights.
Im gonna lose me friends.
Im gonna lose my life into the streams.
the empty whats left of me into the sea.
sit and watch the embers twitching.
the buried boy, too hard for missing.