The Medium is the Message

Your smile by candlelight

Is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen

I tell you everything

That pops into my head

A thousand jesters think

My brain is the best scene

To host crazy surprise parties

They even bring those crazy, tiny jalopies

And there’s the sad clown

Sitting in the corner – ever present

Cause he just can’t get with it

I don’t know how to take it slow

I don’t do casual or the shallow

I’m a deep diver, ocean expert

Equipped with enough oxygen

And curiosity to get us pretty far

When there’s something more

I mean to tell you

Is when at which precise moment

My oxygen supply gets cut

My larynx feels a tug while

That stupid sad clown screams

One too many cautionary tales

Broken hearts scattered through interstates

Restaurant tables and even by candlelight

Oh, but I know this feeling so well

I can ID it with both my eyes closed

Breathless, mouth open so slight

Awaiting your wet kiss

Yes, I know exactly what this is

I am withholding pertinent information

From those eyes; fear does its thing

Constantly tugging at my sleeve

Because 3 words make a 3-sided anchor

And despite my weightlessness with you

I may never come back up again

1000 loud and mocking jesters

Rendered silent

Deep sea divers died for much less

My eyes speak for themselves now

For I am speechless