This is what it's like to feel alive again.

The air's electric; full of static and magic --
Our hearts are beating to a rhythm I never considered
in all my time pouring over sheets of music in
sixteenth notes pounding through the nerves connecting
my head to my feet.

The way you make me scream when I'm laughing
to the melody of kingdom come; your breath--
You're breathing into me a distance of deflation;
serrating the skin that I grafted into shapes of
skies burning brightly under the pressure of
bitter thoughts and past mistakes.

I always dreamed of the sky opening up and swallowing us whole;
cutting down the nerves we speak of in hushed whispers at 3AM--
But what if the sea opened up and released it's salt into our lungs?
Would we have time to sleep off the loss of blood before
time fell short on us?

Let's rekindle the purity of kisses behind rock walls and
film strips met with imprints on your car's window.
A blue dress and a guilty mess;
you met me halfway with my heart partially a thousand miles South--
broke me down and built me up again.

Hearts grazed power lines while you entangle yourself,
your skin against mine,
in a maze of live barbed-wire.

This is what it's like to feel alive again.

Symphonies echoing through my veins,
raw energy overlapping the way my heart ached
in hour glasses we drew circles in.

We'll laugh as time repeats itself North and South;
up and down-- through tight cylinders and open emotion.
Airless guitar riffs breaking the plexis that held us
onto our cages.

Once upon a time, I said I believed in nothing--
Then you exploded;
dropping keyboards through my rooftop,
inspiring lines that sifted to the bottom of the well
I call immortality.

One day, I always said we would understand...
That just because it's burning; doesn't mean it's dead.
When smoke fills the air you breathe and you feel your life
flashing before you in photographs that weave themselves
together before you can comprehend your life descending--
You taste electricity.

I can't sleep these days;
the silence is so deafening when you're breathing so slow,
it's all I can do to keep from staring and touching every soft spot I can reach.
Your scars make my eyes flood and your heart
makes my pulse quicken.

This is what it's like to feel alive again.