Baby, You Make My Heart a-go-go.

Did you ever see a kite that was lost to its child? The scrap of primary color flutters forlorn and hesitant, in and out of the clouds, string trailing behind it. It looks perfect and achingly sad all at once, as though it would have the voice of a lost bird; a gull's cry. "Love me. Come find me."

                                          "Please come home."

That's how it is for me when you're not around; my heart nestles somewhere in the confines of my prim and polished ribcage and waits to start beating until you're back in my arms, pumping the blood and magic into my cold hands. If you put your ear to my chest, you can feel the tremors and the wind whistling through, liquid and clean and calm. Shhh, it soothes. In, out, in, out. Fade. Let's fade together.

The suburbs are calm and dark, and it comforts me to know that I can look at the moon and know that you're looking at it too; I can close my eyes and take refuge in the clusters of sweetly pale stars there, and rest my chin against my chest, where your scent still lingers. It's familiar and comforting and I want it to stay always, like permanant roses in winter.

    If you're gonna fade, baby, take me with you.

Fingertips and lips and hips; be my everything, be my never. Who are we but two strangers that know one another intimately? If I draw another fresh ink heart on my palm and press it to yours, it'll leave the imprint of my love. Let me leave my mark on you and kiss the aftermath, because my mouth fits perfectly against yours, and it's all sticky-sweet and clumsy and completely imperfect. It's not the movies, but it's ours, and that's more than I could ever ask for, all I ever dreamed of. I could hold your hand for a lifetime, baby, and kiss you until the moon won't come out and the stars won't shine and it rains in the sunlight.

You didn't steal my heart; I gave it freely, and all I ask is that you let me hold yours in return.

All I want is to lay on the grass by the bay again, and count the ships rocking gently as we whisper confessions, and sunshine bleeds from our hearts and smiles.

Be gentle?
Be mine.