Mush

Babe, I dunno how you do that,

but I'm never wearin' a shirt around you again

your touch melts like butter

right into my skin,

and then you ask me if I'm comfortable,

and all I can do is grin

cuz there's not a force on this Planet

that could move me from this spot

but you

I'm pretty sure there's

nothin' I'd rather do

than stew here in this

puddle of gratitude

You're like a guitar,girl,

you give me an excuse to rest

we can just kick back on the couch

and harmonize breaths

we can write a symphony

of liquid respiration

spin around akimbo all day

huricane of perspiration

or

we could huff, and puff

and blow these walls down

surf the next funnel cloud

outta this town

off into the horizon's

undulating tide

cuz everything here's

mechanical, and fried

This Universe is an explosion

that we all have to ride,

and there's so few phenomena

to be experienced inside

There's whole worlds out there

we're obligated to explore,

because they've probably never

been created before

this minimum wage life

is so inefficient,

why work for a system

that is definitively deficient

when we could arm an orchestra

by the end of this composition

play through the night

live lives of optimism

I mean, I'm pretty sure we've

got enough synchronicity between us

to ride this rhythm

from Africa to Venus

For instance

I've never seen the sky churn

like she is out there,

but where the others all beware,

we just be aware

as the tornado approaches,

I catch your smile,

you're calm and collected,

and I cherish your style

cuz there's something in your subtlety

that is subtly wild

The clouds all coalesce

in whisperous chorus

harbinging impatiently

our arrival in the forest,

so lemme just get down to it

and say what I mean

you remind me of

the sky or the sea

vast, expansive, rolling, and free

cuz there's so much there

that I still haven't seen.