Seeds in my pocket
When I see you thinking
Reaching for me
In spite of your myth
It's easier for me to
Lay mine down
And let you in.
Seeds in my pockets feel
Like universes
Twisting twirling toward you.
Making me feel like
All’s possible.
All is possible.
No matter where you stand
Here or there
I am always
Like the seeds in my pocket
They crunch open
And tongue out
And curl
Into a ball where you and I
Might mean something other than
Just a whim.
You like it this way
This thing we got.
I do too.
I know that
In every part of where
You ache
I ache
To know what I need to
Know about you
My fingers reach
Throb.