Driving up PCH,

top down, bare feet on the dash

In Repair seduces through radio-waves~

If only you knew how often I fantasize about

John Mayer ripping my panties off …

His voice like a silk guitar

and all of us are in repair,

shattered like stars

with all our tears and abstract scars

It’s taken so long, I could be …

Under this diamond-embedded black velvet,

the scent of ocean

~ebb and flow~

Oh, how the sea heals,

sometimes it is the only thing that’s real,

how perfectly broken we are,

                                 *

scattered like stars*                         

standing atop this orb, feeling so alone*

as if we’re the only one

flesh & bone  

If only you knew how badly listening to John Mayer

makes me want to rip these leopard panties off…

Maybe I could help you see

we aren’t so different you and me.

We’re all just broken strings of a silk guitar

shattered like stars

hiding all our perfect scars.



                                                 apryl skies 2011