Messages
In the air
In our hair
And Everywhere
Lingering from lips
Like drip drops of melted chocolate
Seeping, oozing
Through cracks of s’mores
And broken hearts
Messages, messages
Chasing us in our cars
Pulling into driveways
Garages
And into our homes
Where we go to rest
Every night
Head cradled gently
In the holds of a pillow
Messages, messages
In my eyes
And as I look into yours
My finger tracing your lips
Memorizing their shape
So I can find them
When it is dark
And when I am
Afraid
Messages
Left on my answering machine
Telling me to call you
But I am preoccupied
With my youth
This excitement of loving
I am a lung all filled up
With oxygen
And carbon
Full of this sort of living
