I Can Hear Music

"I Can Hear Music"
(The Beach Boys)

Ahhhhhh oooooo

This is the way

I always dreamed it would be

The way that it is, oh oh

When you are holding me

I never had a love of my own

Maybe that's why when we're all alone

I can hear music

I can hear music

The sound of the city baby seems to disappear

I can hear music

Sweet sweet music

Whenever you touch me baby

Whenever you're near

Lovin' you

It keeps me satisfied

And I can't explain, oh no

The way I'm feeling inside

You look at me we kiss and then

I close my eyes and here it comes again

I can hear music

I can hear music

The sound of the city baby seems to disappear

I can hear music

Sweet sweet music

Whenever you touch me baby

Whenever you're near

I hear the music all the time, yeah

I hear the music, hold me tight now baby

I hear the music all the time

I hear the music

I hear the music (baby)

Ahhhhh

I can hear music

I can hear music

The sound of the city baby seems to disappear

I can hear music

Sweet sweet music

Whenever you touch me baby

Whenever you're near

I cannot express in words alone how much this song means to me. 
Never before has a song made me feel this way and I confess I am at a loss of wondrous words to describe how perfectly whole this music makes me feel. 
It is like magic. 

I cannot stop smiling right now, as I allow it to enter my pleasantly confused soul. 
I'll confess even more that I have listened to it at least seven times today...
And I'm still in love. 
Very much so. 

I Can Hear Music...
The Sound of the City Baby Seems to Disappear...
and I don't mind at all that it has stolen me completely. 
I don't think of anyone, I just feel complete with myself listening to sweet music that jives so perfectly within me. 
I hear music that touches me so deeply
I write it gently on the pages of my favorite book, 
the very book I sleep and breath life with. 
I can hear music and I know I am exquisitely alive. 
I remember why I live. 
How this feeling changes me so.
-k.p.b.

(ribs)

my bones are chilly
and my eyes won't shut

the world is cold between my ribs
like icy knots from my jumbled soul
and all I want 

is the only friend I need
the one I ache to fall asleep next to
like a little kid again
never feeling like it's enough

which, of course, is you.

-k.p.b.

february 11, 2016 
thursday
12:25pm 

you've got mail: {prelude}

I am a mailbox waiting for your letter
gently keeping every note you've slipped inside me
every small brush against my skin
every happy flower
inside the corners, spilling from my mouth
never eaten
never touched too much
just loved
and cherished
every second of the day.

The Moon shines on your letter I know is coming to me.
Patiently it travels through the fires of the night to find me,
to tell me every unabashed secret--which we know is nothing more than a truth hidden within a pillow--
to warm the lonely night I am trapped in.

It begins,
"Oh pretty baby,"
and the rest is a blur of tears sliding
down the wooden post puddling
below me
never more happy
never more trusting
just existing in an rosy cloud.

(Loving you entirely).

-k.p.b.

t.h.d

si tu pouvais lire dans mon coeur, 

tu verrais la place où je t'ai mise
-g.f.

sunday night

Arms wrap around me tight and warm.
Reaching across my back and wrapping themselves around my shoulders snugly.
I've never felt more protected in my entire life for such a glimpse of a moment.
Sitting criss-cross on the dining room table so obviously miserable,
then encircled in a puzzling and startling embrace that
lasted seconds
but left me breathless.

It was so small.
Not one person has ever done that to me before.

How did you do it?
Why did you know it would leave me senselessly hopeful
and loved?

So undone.
Still helplessly confused about you.

Yet,
stepping around the perplexity,
ice skating across my heart,
I relish every moment of it.

-k.p.b.

{written on tuesday feb. 9}

in a week

"Downfall"

Everything about you
beats against me.
My mind beats against
you--against your lips
(I wish more than ever to push
against) against your eyes
(those acursed ocean bulbs)
and above all against your
heart (you never should've
let me hear
it.)
-k.p.b.

untitled (III)

I'm right here.
Those are my warms hands
ripping through the darkness
to find you,
to warm your hands out of
their confused loneliness.
Do not fear.
I am not afraid of loving someone
as special and ordinary, as yourself.
I'm right here,
mein klein
vogel.
Right here.
-k.p.b.

"Half a World Away"

Humming in my heart
a thrumming deepness
releasing from your chest--
my ear resolutely against it.
Call me beautiful one last time,
attractive and devastatingly lonely.
Whatever it is you see, tell me
everything.
To break my fragile bones
inside the chaos of your world.
Your rumbling voice, your careless
hands and ocean eyes--that is all I
wish for.
That,
and a kiss
from half a
world away,
the stars
pushing softly
against it--
our lips scintillating
through the
power between
us, between
the ocean,
between
anything that
makes me think
of you.
(which,
of course,
is almost
everything.)
-k.p.b.

untitled (II)

Have you seen that look
before? You shake your head.
It's the look no human soul can
conjure falsely; it is the look of a
thousand dying poets; the look of
quiet falling stars and red; blood
red; crimson red; strawberry red,
too. It is the look of many things, things
we vociferous birds cannot understand fully.
It is quiet, we are not. And the only way to hear
it is to stop and listen, which is something I
fear very few are willing to do. He nods. But he
doesn't understand, still. I sigh lightly. You see it there?
Hidden in the left-hand corner of her lips? There it is!
Clear as day, bright as night--a radiant recluse.
The only beautiful thing that makes sense to me.
Yet, sadly, the only thing most people miss inside
their diamond minds. Careful creatures forget to speak
and foolish ones neglect to listen. Stop, I tell him.
Close those ocean eyes for one moment and listen.
Can you hear it, I ask him. Can you hear the
dreams of a thousand quiet birds? Asking for nothing
yet, giving us everything? Don't be afraid, I whisper.
His eyes crunch up for a moment and then one single
tear drips from his eye like glistening honey.
You are finally listening.
-k.p.b.