| Golden Boy Straight up
This is my own trip,
Nothing to do with you or you.
I'm driving myself crazy in the land of maybe.
Hoping for yes when it could be no,
Worried about no when it might be yes
terday
I saw you in the window and ran to say hello
until you faded into someone else's face.
The world water color surreal around me
while sweat rolls down my back,
I still taste yours in my mouth.
No other drink will quench this drying thirst.
I float above the ground, dizzy,
Afraid I will slip right through anything I touch.
Your touch so soft
Has melted my flesh to butter sweetness
too malleable for this world I once called home.
Now it's become a fairy tale tower
holding me high and away from where my wishing puts me.
Words becoming dry soft leaves
fluttering from my mouth
as I wait for the fall.
Golden tongued syllables slip through my thoughts
like summer snowflakes
fading at my touch.
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