LACUNA

reeling, moving
                      forward as the strangeness of my fingers
compliments my ambitions and this ice dance frolic
                                          circles around, round,
                                                                          into an atmospheric haze
to come upon my crucifixion in a blank room
That is my home
                     i color her in, green and blue
my underwater scene where it is too dark to even see me staring right back at you
Boy, if you only knew on how to get
                     To my home
here
         up on the hill, underground
dirt is my womb of choice, y’ know
                                            so start digging if you really want me to be your bride
cause it won’t come easily to either of us
and I am almost there,
                    as people crowd in the restaurant
                                      lights humming, moving too fast for me to see
that you are staring right back at me
                                                    and I know what you know
         cause that innocent, child love still cradles its hand in your heart
Once upon a time in the backwoods of my home
                            it was there on that muddy dirt road we just knew
and here we are again
                            on that very road
                                                     next to the home within my heart
where you come in without asking
denying myself to be true
but you even said that I am not a ghost of myself
here inside of
my only home.