The Only One I Wanna Know;

Make me tell you why I stare up at night, why I love you in the candlelight, tell me to be your valentine, you’re the only one I wanna know.

Bring the soles of your shoes to my doorstep, come inside, take a seat. I wanna break your pattern, I wanna show you laughter, I wanna build you a lantern. Light so bright the neighbors complain. Pick the lint from my short-sleeved soul. I wanna be handsome again.
Roll my uneasy courage in a hand towel, take it to the edge of those nights, let me learn to float to you, with words so light you can sleep on ‘em.
I’ll write “I’m here now” across your fingertips, a period for good measure. You’ll never forget me.
I’ll carry you through movie reels on the back of my eyes, I’ll even ignore the X’s on the trees that we pass on our walks.
Run next to me, match my step,
You can leave sometimes, but come back tenfold, in the summer wind lines, gift me wind chimes from your own fire and steel, pound them out with your fists, I knew I saw that fire so long ago.
I’ve been driving through midnights with a pen and a question. “Where does it end?” on every napkin I can lay my hands on. I think of you and all the hard leather men in hard leather boots having silent nights on the roads of our labor. Don’t do it, don’t let yourself grow mute,

Make me tell you why I stare up at night, why I love you in the candlelight, tell me to be your valentine, you’re the only one I wanna know.