Red Keys

You know me better than I do,

You don’t doubt,

You don’t tremble,

You don’t judge,

You simply accept,

Such a certain boy,

I admire such assurance,

Does it apply in the mirror?

I doubt it,

But I see you,

And I see you clear,

You are a pair of freshly made vintage sunglasses,

You are a cool smirk and inviting eyes,

You are a touch on the small of my back,

You are a naked dancing toddler at a hippie festival,

You are a calm, old soul,

Except when it comes to you,

Don’t be afraid baby,

I got you,

 I hope to always be there for you,

If you let me,

I hope to always love you,

The way you love me,

You are my bright blue bean,

That can never be lost in my sea,

Please straighten your back,

And loosen up those legs,

‘Cause you’re going to have to chase me,

I can’t see the end yet,

It may be just over the horizon,

Or it may be through a sweaty salsa club,

Or a crowded Indian market,

Or an old lava tunnel that found new life,

I just don’t know yet,

God damn I wish I knew,

So I could give you the map,

But I hope you are down for the ride,

Open to the journey,

And accepting of the inevitable,

I want you sweetheart,

For the long run,

I want those red keys of yours,

But I just need to find mine first.


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