twenty years from now,
I will still be in love with a cartoon character
and the dark sexy rock star singer and guitarist,
delightfully jumping and fidgeting in excitement
over the average concert and the mundane smells
of new books and star gazing in a midnight mist

and of the love stories in my head…..
o, those violent passions with dark airs
of perfect calm moments full of intensity
amongst the chaos of tragedy not unforeseen.
a sigh of o no, you've forgotten how to live
but silly, I never knew how in the first place,
only I love you always – it's your faults that's the attraction

crude and cruel, but I have yet to refuse a plea,
broken hearts have eyes that enchant
even though their edges are dreadfully painful
thinking of those silly humans, what have they done?
a blue sky still catches rain as it works against gravity
(for isn't out there so much bigger than earth?)

my hair is full of pool chlorine, my skin salt
but my blood is still the same