move with me. move to me and i
will call your name. we can be like the power
lost in transistors, unaccounted. kiss my life
and doom it falsified.
we'll become nameless but unto ourselves.
and time cards will forget us quickly.
believe in me. and i will be the lion
walking the perimeter of our lot.
feed me. to feed yourself. and we will learn to
lie when convenient, to a life that is to afraid
to make love; when love is for the making.
lets burry Easy behind our jokes and live between
the postcards we'lll send
to all that have laughed,
cried or cowered
in the site of Moirai.
i want to dance with you, make tacos on wednesdays
and never where pants on the days
stolen from reasonable substance.
with the bulk of our leisure spent forgotten,
lost between blinks and touches
that seem to last a thousand creation tales-
i could move to you, opened. allow me to
surface the hidden trappings of belief-
stowed away in a thing you've forgotten matters.
move with me. move to me and i will call your name.