I dream for heartbreak that doesn't hurt.
Give me freedom to play in the middle of a hurricane rain,
or the passion of a man unafraid to die.
Give me the sound of a speak easy the night that a world war ends.
I want to be dipped by a sailor and kissed in the middle of Manhattan,
I won't even know what his name is,
Or dance by myself with no stage to the rehearsal of a french orchestra.
I hope to watch a senior couple watch the sunrise from a bench that is as old as their hands that holds all their memories.
Mom, let me make you a quilt, you could teach me to stitch one purl two,
And I will wrap you in it and read you parables on the days when your extremities give you no leeway.
Give me daughters on fathers knees watching a balloon climb into heaven,
give me a childlike mind state where I might still believe in the magic of dad, santa, tooth fairies and pixie dust fantasies
or someone please tell me stories of when women gave birth to children and kept them close.
Let me watch machismo grandsons kissing their grandmothers hello, and in that moment, they will look not a year above five.
Give me American citizens who didn't put their faith in presidents to tell them bewitching stories of "change."
I want to talk to a harlot.
She can tell me tales of the men she loves on, we will laugh about it,
but one she is in love with, he doesn't know her occupation (she don't know how to come clean like her sheets).
Mom, I'm not woman enough to bury you.
I'm still learning, don't leave me just yet -
yet meaning never.
Breathe please I can't carry your essence...
Yes that's it.
I have your hand... it's just me
Don't be alarmed.