white flag

Slow talking,
bourbon swilling boy.
With your chin on my head
and a convoluted knowledge of circles.
 
Casual walker,
shy talker,
with soft words
and a sugar spine.
 
If only a fire would light
behind those mountain top eyes.
To melt the snow, let me know
that there’s a fight hidden in the flight.
 
I want flamethrowers,
arrows streaming through the sky.
Not a gentle acquiescence
as you slip into my shoulder at night.
 
Your lips gently brush my skin;
Cherry blossom kisses,
 lemongrass whispers
I wish it were a knife.
 
If only you would fight for me. 
Maybe then,
we would be on a paper plane.
Gazing down on tin roofs and plastic streets.
 
Yet, here we are;
white flags sailing in the moonlit breeze.
Two separate sandcastles on an empty beach.
Built by children.  Built by us.
 
Our lighthouse was a shower
and we left bone dry.
Wide smiling, careful holding boy.
I don’t know who you are anymore.
Slow talking,
bourbon swilling boy.
With your chin on my head
and a convoluted knowledge of circles.
 
Casual walker,
shy talker,
with soft words
and a sugar spine.
 
If only a fire would light
behind those mountain top eyes.
To melt the snow, let me know
that there’s a fight hidden in the flight.
 
I want flamethrowers,
arrows streaming through the sky.
Not a gentle acquiescence
as you slip into my shoulder at night.
 
Your lips gently brush my skin;
Cherry blossom kisses,
 lemongrass whispers
I wish it were a knife.
 
If only you would fight for me. 
Maybe then,
we would be on a paper plane.
Gazing down on tin roofs and plastic streets.
 
Yet, here we are;
white flags sailing in the moonlit breeze.
Two separate sandcastles on an empty beach.
Built by children.  Built by us.
 
Our lighthouse was a shower
and we left bone dry.
Wide smiling, careful holding boy.
I don’t know who you are anymore.