oh how i glisten

the truth is
i move this
this life this strife
this inbetween still
when my heart's ill i look to my head
to heal the sickness
find some kind of happiness

the truth is
i move this
this stuff, my bluffs
my tired mind and heavy feet
my shoulders keep my anchor
on my backbone
everything i own

the truth is
i move this
this letter making words
this prose painting worlds
this song to play
when i'm gone

the truth is
i move this
this body to music
thumping magic in my veins
my tears tamed by the bass
my face tickled by the treble

the truth is
i move this
this lip with this tongue
filling your lung with something better
i change the weather with your smile
i dial your number just to hear your voicemail

the truth is
i move this
everyday i miss
but i remember that kiss
on my cheek
on my lips
from a lover
from my mother

the truth is
i move this
these rocks and stones
rearranging poems on clouds
living out loud, oh how i glisten

the truth is
i move this
only cause you were there
to listen

the truth is
you move this