Harvest Half Moon (Spring 2011)

(I'm not sure why I am posting after so long. I just woke up reciting this poem out of my dream and want to share it... In my head it sounds like a rhyme, like a rap, like a poem meant to be heard. So read it out loud and say it with some swag.)

It's a harvest half moon and I'm at it again,
wondering what it takes to be friends.
I keep returning for more, but I'm risking it all.
When I look in your eyes, I get the shivers. I fall.
I crash down to the bottom of a tunnel of maybes,
and there's nobody there that can save me.
Not you.
Not you and all those kisses we once shared,
and not those other boys, no they never did care.

It's just me and the road. I keep driving and shifting,
attempt to refrain from wishing
that your hand is on mine
moving from second to third
until the minutes get blurred.
And I'd not have to wonder if you're thinking of me,
cause there we'd both be.
With the stars sprinkled high and a low sunk moon,
curled together in a comforting spoon.

In my dreams I'd hum an Old Cracked Tune
and dance joys on the edge of the road, in the sand.
And with moves unplanned
I'd travel. Across the dessert
and towards the sea.
And in the surf I'd be free.
From the moon, from your eyes,
from unpredictable highs.
From my own heart, constantly breaking.