Walking, Breathing, City Poem by Brandon Lucero

Someway in the dark, who can say for sure? Eclipsing reason and strength, love bounded us together, step by forward step.
You laughed and I cried. We danced, searching for a thrill, accompanying the night.

Things change oh so slightly, I'm so highly likely, to regret the things I've done and said. Somewhere we should start recovering from the wounds of life. Looking for a little green bag, out of sight Doin' things my way.

Love came and went, the truths jumped left and right, Texas Two stepping their way through life. Who are we to question? She is my humor. My heart. My soul. Queue the golden music as those feelings wash over you. Don't smile. Don't laugh... Just kidding.

Let the breath move through you. Vitally moving the parts that move, that grip, that grasp and pull. Motivating the world. Like a finger pointing to the moon, if you focus on the digit, you will miss all that heavenly glory.

Violins will Sing and pianos will pound away. The orchestra of our collective souls. Hear it and weep. Touch the music, grab ahold and don't let those notes go. Grab your woman. Shake her hips till she feels safe. Use your hands, for they hold the wisdom of the ages, passed down from the greatest generations to Us.