take what's left of me
with a firm hand, just the way it's meant to be
and steer me there, to that place we stumbled upon
when the air was so cold our breath nearly froze
almost as solid as me
your eyes had a fire distant behind the
(more) everyday
and without knowing how, i stoked it
and oh how it grew, flames where ice lived forever
till they turned into sweltering summer sweat
thermal energy kicking into overdrive
boiling over steamy thick jungle pavement
mingling with magic carpet rides and porch swings
deep among the pine trees, covered and cradled,
lingering aftershocks ripple
we are sustainably sated with these stolen pockets,
enough to last through the drudgery,
when this is all there is to pull us through,
this,
and most importantly,
that(less)
