April

Laughing like it's a different time to make us stronger
we've convinced ourselves that the light stays longer
or maybe it's finally begun to linger
(and i love the way you cling to my fingers)
and when I'm smiling under the plummeting sun
and our clothes feel cotton blown-almost like there's none
I feel like the moments we spend crinkling our eyes
are preserved in the fading warmth-our after laughing sighs
caught in a cage with the soaring breeze
like grass stains clinging determinedly to our knees
Moving inexorably into radically changing places
(and I love it when your body fills the spaces)
afternoons spent like we'll always be around town
when everyone knows we're scatter bound.