Funny Bones + Headlight Eyes

projected dreams cast eyelash

drawn storms in the harbour of your

intentions, pop rock rain kills the silence.

a brewing notion of caffeinated affection

keeps your dancing shoes on while you sleep.
the pitter patter of love drawn moments 
duel each other for a piece of peace.
curse words written in cursive so they don't hurt as much,
nothing like a bold font to icing the cherries on top.
new words froth and beg to be poured 
into the space you were afraid to tread;
a swimming pool of funny bones and headlight eyes 
and tan lines and skyscrapers you intend to climb. 

buckle up or buckle down, you won't know until it's too late.

calculations upon calculations and nothing will add up, 

when it feels this good the arguments are weak.

and stronger coffee creates stronger ties,
we are on the brink,

of jabbering thoughts and something called love which is rare, 
the way we like our stakes.
steaks?
hunger.