You Say

Arms up, palms out,
you stop me in my tracks.
"Don't move," you say.
"The sun behind you is a halo.
The wind in your hair is the kiss of God.
You look like heaven to me."

I can feel your eyes on me;
they touch me from head to toe.
"Stay away," I say.
"The curve of your mouth is a serrated edge.
The glint in your eye is a loaded gun.
You look like pure sin to me."

Hand out, finger crooked,
you beckon me to you.
"Come closer," you say.
"The scent of your hair is an ocean breeze.
The caress of your hand is a butterfly kiss.
You are a balm to me."

I feel your words beneath my skin;
they mark me from chest to spine.
"Consume me," I say.
"The brush of your lips is a snake bite.
The taste of your mouth is cyanide.
You are a poison to me."

"Back away, then," you say.
"Release me, then," I say.
"You are the completion of me," you shout.
"You are the end of me," I whisper.

hey kid

Hey kid who wears his heart on his sleeve,
a tender heart is no cause to grieve.
Every time you open your arms,
You fling it away toward liars and theives.

Hey kid, stand and walk.
You deserve better than all this talk.

Don't be ashamed of your gentle soul
and don't listen to whatever you're told.
They don't know the warmth of your hand
when everything else around you is cold.

Hey kid, stand and walk.
You'll do better without all this talk.

One harsh word would knock you right over.
Those whispers and shouts - hey kid, take cover.
But don't worry about a fall to the ground.
With your hand in mine, I'll hold you up, brother.

Oh brother, stand and walk.
They can kill you with all of their talk.