my heart is in my stomach
'cause i ate love for dinner
and you are like a prize
and i am all a winner
we touch with words
and hands
and feet
and sometimes still
our mouths will meet
and words flow in
and sighs flow out
i wonder what
this poem's about?
so sleep deprived
so full of sun
your warmth, because
you are the one
burning hot
desire can be
but it won't hurt
when felt simply
i hear the frogs
and stars i see
but i'm not where
i want to be
and so i sit
and rhyme and dream
and think of things
not as they seem
and wistfully
i see a life
where i have kids
and i'm a wife
i smile all day
though i am sleepy
and arms hold tight
when i am weepy
and arms hold tight
when i am glad
and calm me down
when i am mad
mais c'est facile
to dream like this
but it's not real
and you, i miss.
