Drop the Pin

I wrote something about your mind

And I told you that you look awful nice in peach

and that the sand on your shoes wouldn't help 

climbing up the rocks from the shore

anymore

But I deleted it all because your angel was even more beautiful in my words than she is in your eyes

Also because my tongue is getting tired

of hating the way that I am telling my heart

to keep on chugging

and plugging

and giving the break

to take

or make

another choice for your team or mine

again.

So despite everyone's warnings about the ways

of your 

nuances

I'm going to keep on wishing forever that your breath was underneath my teeth and that my words were on your tongue the way that my words are inked into my skin. 

And despite the fact that you don't think i know you at all

and that

you couldn't tell my right from my left

I realize that maybe it's just the fact that I'm always lost. 

I really must have terrible directionality

because I just can't get into your heart