oh! my anchored heart. oh! my steadfast ship.

i want love like 1964.

i want to tear down doors and throw open windows 

and breathe new air like it's the first time.

set sails west.

and be blown into the setting sun.

love like the bottom of a bottle.

love that stays up late only listening to deep breaths

i want air like the bottom of the ocean

where the snails and snakes 

crawl the ground searching for something to believe in.

love in the shallow sense.

love in the bottom of the wade pools 

where starfish and sponges paint the prettiest pictures

i want to sit alone at a table set for five.

with a bottle of wine and polaroid camera

15 candles and a box of bread.

sit until i find god.

or it finds me.

and cigarettes under streetlights.

and 40's in boxcars

and winter weather won't burn my bones.

and the holes in my shoes only bring me closer to the ground.