The Middle of Nowhere

Tuning me out;

turn the television on.

Lay back on soft,

imported cushions.

Turning me off,

turn my vision on.

Maybe we’re not

as wrong as we thought,

maybe it’s something more.

 

I ask

and you defy.

Then you ask

and I deny.

Both half crucified,

begging for a sacrifice.

 

I’d lay down my life today,

you’ve laid yours down many times.

Push yourself away from me.

We’re going out of our minds,

trying to meet in the middle

of nowhere.

Let’s go somewhere,

beautiful.

 

I feel the cold hands

of negativity

reaching for my neck

and I can’t let it

pull me down.

 

I hope you bring

your favorite dress.

I’ll wear that

shirt you like.

Let’s get out of here.

Let’s escape into the night.

 

Stroke my arm,

I touch your face,

hands in your hair,

I can’t erase

this fire that burns

inside for you;

now we are one,

where we were two.

 

Limbs and lips

and spirits intertwined.

We get on each other’s nerves

and lose our fucking minds.

Sometimes,

we just need to get there,

go somewhere

and quit meeting in the middle

of nowhere.

 

HG – 2019

 

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