I’m in love with the way you say my name
You fit into my cosmic frame
An image of love I can’t quite tame –
Two lovers playing a familiar game.
Who is to blame when the words
No longer sound the same.
When words are no longer
Self-contained - how unsettling.
Unraveling our pasts,
On a search for closeness.
Fugitives running away from shame.
Who is to blame for a shared disdain?
Maybe we are constantly
An evolving frame?
Clinging to meaningless experiences,
Dogs eagerly chasing their tails,
In a frantic search for meaning,
A simple kiss,
As waves of laughter ,
Forever disturb every inch of our
We avoid meaning,
And tidy our suitcases, hoping
That there will be space for our secrets.
Or else there
Will be beauty amongst the
But where nothing was,
Is where nothing remains .
And hastily our present fades,
Giving way to her more faded gaze,
As she tries to reframe,
This evolving movie
Of blues and greys.
But how quickly
She loses her grasp on reality.
– On the vivid shades of blue –
The sky is overcast now
Or so they say.
The song he sings
Is all that keeps her from seeing grey.
A human connection,
An entirely cosmic love game,
Amidst hazy days,
For nothing has ever felt more like
And I’ve never been less afraid
Of your name.