Epileptic Laughter

here

theres a world around me i want to hold

i need to touch

before i always wished

but now i can

i wish i was a valentine card 

stuffed in your back pocket

better yet

i wish i was the heart a sweet grandmother

sews into the middle of a sweater

with such passion

you can hear the yarn beating

like her heart in your hands

and every night when you throw it on the ground

my heart doesnt fall cause youve thrown me

it jumps higher because the next morning you throw it right back on

because its your favorite sweater

because its me

and me and you are one

we do not seperate

were binded like pages of a novel

your read me like

an ancient scroll just discovered

im like a book

youve grasped way in the back

behind every page

pops out something new

a mystery

a romance

or maybe something

that just doesnt make sence

tell me my eyes

are the moon pulling your tide closer

tell me my voice

is a thousand screams

yelling at you to set sail and flow to me

and ill tell you your hair

makes me want to 

lay in soft meadows with you

and i can see the sunset

so vibrant in your gaze

out there

theres a world

but in here

were adam and eve

and we created

love