Blankets

we should go stare at the stars 

theres not much else to be said 

where's it going to get us if we 

regress

maybe figuring it out

is less important than 

wanting it to figure out

we don't have any answers 

but the questions excite the spirit 

and we don't want to hear that

when our eyes open the razor edge of logic gets applied

reducing the danger of these ineffable desires

disseminating and dismissing the elephant in the room 

we can have a discussion about the eruption

and why it snows when a volcano blows

watch as these flowers bloom 

from the seeds we sow

and wonder if theres enough room

for dreaming

on the surface there is this ebb

and flow

torn between comfort

and the desire to grow

quick snaps back between

impulsivity and rationality

the contrast sweet and salty

savory and spicy 

you got to deal with some danger

when you try and create safety

there on a barren hilltop

among the radio repeaters and transmitters

two bodies of flesh projecting

love uninhibited across the entire valley

for a chilly windswept moment 

keeping warm in lovely company

while the dog kept stealing the blankets