window eyes

we'll talk, eyes, until we find that thing that we both do or both like or have a family member who did some research on that years ago, a good friend who is studying abroad there.
i dont watch tv, dont bring me that garbage
i havent listened to entire albums of musicians nor know the lyrics much
nor the opening line of their concert at woodstock
i grew up in the city, yo

dont try shivy in on crayons

do you remember that moment at the beach
it was late
and you picked me up in marvin
marvin the mercedes
and we just drove
and i think you knew where you wanted to take me
we drove over the bridge
you took me over the bridge and i never had been
my eyes turned up my breathing was
it was chilly
i was so warm

i told us to take the wrong turn but we got to the beach
and i lost my thoughts in the grey mindnight waves
and your story about water power, cars
your story
and you held me

and you held me

and i knew you were sad
trying not to think of the wound, bleeding
or healing i wasnt sure
and i didnt want to compensate for something
but i was so happy to be there
just there
with you. nothing else needed to be

and you kissed me and it was so perfect. under the city stars distant
the waves played some sort of rhythm and i melted into the crevices of us
and our blanket

and it mattered
and we made love
and shook the tides and chile flooded

but you held me and i felt held for the first time in my life
and didnt concern about self worries that you didnt really want to be holding me

you payed for the toll
and you took all the turns, all the detours i wanted
winding roads

and we made love
and it mattered
and shook the tides and chile flooded