the natural thing

All this "let it happen naturally" is the
hardest thing for me,
I've ever done in my life.

But still we made it - did it, didn't we?
Waited 'til the fates agree.
We don't have to do that bull shit twice, we are

gone through all the courses,
of obstacles and forces,
this courtship's come in.
Let's never do that again, I wanna be

straight with you, woman.
Woman,
that's only natural, woman.
Woman,
you make it so easy to
come on. Come on - too strong.
I'm sorry, you do. I'm going to be

straight with you, woman.
Woman,
'cause I am unwavering, woman.
Woman,
you make me implacable, woman.
Come on!
Let's do the natural thing,
'cause if we mean it to be -

It's meant to be.

I've dealt in certainty, ever since
you kissed me back. I have married you,
a hundred times, behind your back
- with a thousand vows, that I have kept -
that you never heard
Don't tell me that's rushing in
I'm no fool
don't be absurd, I'm gonna be

straight with you, woman.
Woman,
it's only natural, woman.
Woman,
you make it so easy to
come on. Come on - too strong.
I'm sorry, you do. I'm going to be

straight with you, woman.
Woman,
'cause I am unwavering, woman.
Woman,
you make me implacable, woman.
Come on!
Let's do the natural thing,
so supernaturally -

We're free.

I am tumble-tongued, language lost
make up the words, only all of them
can't explain. I'm digging myself,
even deeper in, and covered in
all of this dirt. I can't excavate
what's in the stars, but to try
wouldn't hurt?

I'll always be

straight with you, woman.
Woman,
it's only natural, woman.
Woman,
you make it so easy to
come on. Come on - too strong.
I'm sorry, you do. I'm going to be

straight with you, woman.
Woman,
'cause I am unwavering, woman.
Woman,
you make me implacable, woman.
Come on!
Let's do the natural thing
- a touch unnaturally?
Works for me.

Woman,
it works for me.

'Cause if we mean it to be,
it's meant to be.

Uncut

My heart, it breaks
in tiny ways the blood cannot get in to seal.

So it remains in crazy cracks, all over pain
makes mute appeal

- and all that it can feel is ache. The only thing
that could fuse back and cauterize the miniscule,

but deep-sunk wounds that torture me -

is if some one could come along
with lightning-crack, with back-to-life,

and make of me

a greater fool.

marine layer

In the sun,  

right now - rising
somewhere. Setting

somewhere else,

too - a glow of rose-gold 

is hung, suspended in straps
and bolts of cirrus and stratus clouds, 

over the ocean on a cool blanket
of wind and spray: a hammock

for us, or for anyone else. There,

Always,
even on the cloudiest days
- rise higher! Up and away
it awaits, stretched from each yesterday

to every today, hung still
in every dusky morning,
and as each night dawns,
swung,
flung,
held

in the restless,
motionless thrill
of your sleeping form

in my aching arms.

Or
if not, then still:

a dream of someone,
asleep in a bed
of sun.