Playground Nights

My fingers twitch in rhythm

One two three

One two three

One two three four

Like playing the air

And I can hear the music

Of all these voices

And the squeak of the swings

And we sit so still on that

Playground structure

So absent of children

In the summer nights

And we barely touch

Just our little pinkies

But we are so close

Entwined in a way

I’ve never known

Like God stitched

Our hearts together

Like you stitched together all

Those patches on your hole-less jeans

And I need you here

More then I need air to breathe

More then I need food to eat

And I want to follow you

Like that day you went

To find that alien light

Dancing gold rain above us

And we walked and walked

And finally we gave in

And laid on the little merry-go-round

In the middle of this playground

And watched the stars

Paint white daydream light

In our minds

And it was so warm

We could have slept there

But we went home instead

But for that glorious moment

You held my hand

And the stars exploded

In my stomach

And ate a pathway to my soul