Satin Jackets - You Make Me Feel Good
I dreamt of white walls today. You in your cotton tees. Lax but focused, immersed in the track you’re cooking, consumed by the Mona Lisa you’re about to create.
I’ve always been just a spectator. That has always been my only solid talent. Observing.
The intent lurker, absorbing unspoken insights, reading chapters only fellow lone wolves would go through the troubles of skimming through.
And I don’t mind being that for you.
You can take me far away from the ridiculous amount of trains in my head. Save me from forgetting to stand up from the tracks, just in time before an empty car hits.
You’d never let anything snap you out of your odyssey. The whole world can disintegrate back into separate grains of matter, and you still won’t be disturbed. But the world’s magic affects everyone––even us. Yes, even us. Unfortunately and fortunately.
So you swivel your chair and bob your pretty head at me. And we let the world’s magic save us both from ourselves.
White sheets, warm cheeks, soft please.
You’ll be my bag of gold, weighing me back down to Earth when I’ve gotten too far again in wander. And I’ll be your private plane, always ready for take off, whenever you please.