The extensive rings of Saturn burn with heat for you.
My guitar man, how does structure form?
it’s a picture in your mind, it’s a vision in mine.
and I sit here across from you, and you stare at me. Pretend to be annoyed that I won’t shut up.
And I know what you are thinking, you stare right at me as you say it.
the meaning of each word, of every sound.
you are a visionary, a dreamer, a Pisces-Virgo Rising.
Strong and kind and you read those lyrics I suggest, a Kenny Loggins song, a John Parr verse.
You are my other, a substance that is created in that combustion, it’s what we create, it’s what I surrender to.
But is it over between us? You say you’re afraid, this isn’t what I want. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
you are a guitar, man, a bass player. You push me down on the bed and kiss me as I laugh.
You letting your depression go, you allowing me to read your mind, oh, I know it’s uncomfortable, it tires you not being able to lie to me.
you say, “your laugh is so sexy.” I say, “I love it when you smile.”
My body is charged, like that flagpole outside our window. Highlighted with the Texas flag, a perfect view, and I talk on.
on and on and you listen. You don’t even interrupt, though I know you must be getting frustrated.
And you listen, trying to interpret every word, every sound, my gaze, notes to you, and St. Erasmus.
“What isn’t she saying?” You wonder.
Because it’s all in those rings of Saturn, in the structure and form of Dark matter and energy.
Don’t say we’ll never see eachother again.
how does structure form? Thermodynamics, baby.
it’s a picture in your mind, it’s the dream I dream of you, it’s those complex rings of Saturn. It’s the unknown, it’s the scary, it’s the plasma created in St. Elmo’s fire.