Muse Of My Heart

I look down and there they are. You hands around mine. The ones that were just recently covered in ice cream. You refused a dilly bar and instead went for the drippy twist. You got chocolate on my floor. I don't mind, because you hands are mine now. I would never mind. Warm, worn. Your nails are practically non existent since you started that nervous habit, habits. And your fingers are smooth from so much wire play. That was the first thing I really knew about you, guitar. I felt it on your hands, and the way you resisted the wobbly, clashing, distorted music we danced to. Your thumbs are so smooth, like marble. I love your hands, so sure of mine. Always there when I just barely brush the back of your hand with my pinky. Welcome home hands.

Comatose. Dysfunctional. Study buddy. Postal service.

My view is half a bottle of cheap Californian wine from 2007. I know it is going to be a painful sip, but I reach for more any ways. This is a wine sunset. It is deep orange over the trees behind me and the volcano is white and pink. I know the sky is still blue here and the moon being us is irrelevant since it has been up all day and I believe it will dip with the sun. The sky is classy tonight, pearly textures over everything, like a net. Like the nets of the fishermen down below me in the river at the bottom of the bluff, getting ready for tomorrow's fish packed morning. Catch me a moon in the river...

My father would end this with a bad case of lovin' you. He is officially a doctor, Doctor Watson I presume. I am immensely proud of him. That is what today is about for us. My lover has a great point about the holidays, specifically Thanksgiving, Valentines, Veterans and Memorial day. We are using these holiday's as an excuse to not treat or act this way towards the ones we love and the ones who deserve it all year round. Why do we only come together as a whole family on Thanksgiving? What was wrong with last tuesday or next month when everyone is stressed about taxes and needs a reminder of what life is really about? Love and family. We use Valentine's day as a day to appreciate the ones we are a part of forever, instead of spending everyday treating each other to lovely gifts and words. We should be reminding our Vets and our lost ones of how much their sacrifice means to us every single moment, not one day out of the year when we can put aside our busy lives for these