Organic Boy Song

He smells like promise and mischief
But his voice is more like a
whisper in velvet darkness

Where we lay on pillows blocks away
And tell fanatical half crazed stories
Into plastic phone hulls that vibrate
Our insecurities.

We taunt secrets into ears that sink
Into iron bliss
And tangle fingers worth feeling
Something bigger than our bodies

(We are singing songs of nonsense)

And hoping we'll still feel the same
Tomorrow.

Now his voice is harsh and soft
He calls sleep to himself and
Wishes I was dreaming with him
But I stay awake counting reasons on
My ceiling
Stitching seams onto my sheets
And always thinking of him.