You never looked at me when we walked together
But found the bravery to look me straight in the eyes,
as I drew, and showed you what I could do.
I fell out of gravity, I should have wanted you stop.
We were always interrupted
My thoughts–always interrupted
My stomach burned when I heard your coming foot steps
When I saw you swing your arms around the wishful metal.
Somehow, you always landed with grace. Something I could never do
I miss that scar, I miss those iron hands. I miss the red blush when I came at the wrong time
For me, it was always right.
God dropped this blue, this turquoise in front of me, and I walked away, I forgot.
And then I begged for you, in my mind, to stay. To not go back to heat, coal and blackness
You insisted on the lemonade. You had to show me how sweet you were, but you were a man to me,
a man in worker’s clothes…
A prince in a land I knew never existed but in the dreams I had on rock pillows…