three beans and beats behind me.

me and you something about us.
together we collect imperfections in the flowers.
we collect all the thoughts your mother says allowed.
and put them in a pocket for a rainy day.
sitting in prison is listening to no music.
ask for one piece of paper and one pen.
tell me your favorite music artist.
does she have brown eyes?
is he older than time? 
the time ticks away as our minds wander.
our minds meet somewhere in the middle,
in between a pond and a rose thorn.
i tell you we don't have time for lunch.
later you take me home, we dance the tango.
the moonlight dances with us, on the wood floors.
honey, ask me how I been.
I heard a little something from the devil.
but you know I can't believe him.