Sometimes I Look Upon You Tenderly
Location
What I can’t do is sit here and tell you that nothing is between us,
Because though not one inch comes between our hearts,
I know of a micrometer that intervenes us from touching completely
A block of ravenous inspection; The very bird we keep
We keep with clipped wings, scared of what it might do
I know of a place where we meet, that hidden place we tend to go to,
We meet there when our eyes do not, when our thoughts are beyond this
It is our sacred meeting place, though we’ll never disclose that tale
Laughter undermines the commotion we feel when we pretend we don’t
Someday, something will shake it out of us
Meet me there now, close your eyes and paint with me a beautiful scene
And does it make me selfish that I saw the prettiest thing and grabbed hold of it
I thought this was masqueraded love, I thought we were decorating
We’ve fallen through the canvas, we’re falling through the rabbit hole
Underneath the surface, we both know we’re basking in it
It is not the sun I speak of, but the radiance of our mighty pen
Calloused hands promise the birth of melodious prose
Their unfrequented minds are soon to prodded because of our notions
While the nebulous night seems to swallow us whole, I discover the truth:
Without wind I would not have something pushing me so fervently towards you