Pole Dancer

She pole dances to gospel hymns
Came out to her family in the middle of Thanksgiving grace
I knew she was trouble two years before our first date
But my heart was a labrador retriever with it's head hung out the
Window of car tongue flopping in
The wind on a highway goin' ninety-five
Whenever she walked by so I mastered the art of crochet
And I crocheted her a winter scarf and one
Night at the bar I gave it to her with a note
That said something like,
"I hope this keeps your neck warm, if it doesn't give me a call"
The key to finding love is fucking up the pattern on purpose
Is skipping the stitch
Is leaving a tiny, tiny hole where the cold is
And hoping she fills it with your lips
This morning I was counting her freckles she has five on
This side of her face and seven on the other and I love her
For every speck of trouble she is
She's fuckin' awesome like popcorn at a drive-in
Movie that neither of us has any intention of watching
Like Batman and Robin in a pick-up truck
In the front row with the window steamed up
Like Pac-man in the '80s she swallows my ghost
Slaps me on my dark side and says baby this is the best day ever
So I stop listening for the sound of
The ocean, in shells of bullets of hope mist
To see there are white flags
From the tips of her toes to her tear ducts
And I can wear her halos as handcuffs
'Cause I don't wanna be a witness to this life
I wanna be charged and convicted,
Ear lifted to her song like a bouquet of yes
Because my heart is a parachute that is never
Opened in time and I wanna fuck up that pattern
Leave a hole where the cold is and fill it everyday with her sun
'Cause anyone who has ever sat in
Lotus for more than a few seconds knows
It takes a hell of a lot more muscle to stay than to go and I want to
Grow strong as the last patch of sage on
A hillside stretching towards the lightning
God has always been an arsonist and heaven has always been on fire
She is a butterfly knife bursting from the cocoon in my belly
Love is a half-moon hanging above
Bagdad promising to one day grown full
To pull the tides through our desert wounds and
Fill every clip of empty shells with the ocean
Already there is salt on my lips
Lover, this is not just another love poem,
This is my goddamn revolution I am
Done holding my tongue like a bible
There's too much war in every verse of our silence we have all dug
Too many trenches away from ourselves
This time I wanna melt like a snowman in Georgia
Till my smile is a pile of rocks
You can pick up and cross the lakes of your doubts
Trust me I have been practicing my ripple
I have been breaking into mannequin
Factories and pouring my pink heart into their
White paint I have been painting the night sky
Upon the inside of door frames so
Only moonshine will fall on your head in the earthquake
I have been collecting your whispers
And your whiplash and your half-hour voicemail messages
Lover, did you see the sunset tonight?
Did you see Naruto lay down on the
Horizon like a spilled glass of wine?
Did you know it was his lover who painted him red? Who
Made him stare down the bullet holes in his countries heart?
I am not looking for roses
I wanna break like a fever
I wanna break like the Berlin wall
I wanna break like the clouds so we can see
Every fearless star how they never speak guardrail
How they only say fall