Ain't Gonna Lose You by Brett Dennen

point (less)

recurring nights

and
i kept having (this dream)
where

you were gone,
and

my spinal cord had
separated
from

my backbone

(and) i'd wake up,
neck twisted
in circus-like contortions,

missing you like
i
miss

gunther gebel-willliams (and)

in my dream,
the way the baby cries,
it

makes it all
sound

too fantastic to be true...
and

so i kept surrendering
to

the (blameless) sound
of

sleep...

Sleeping to Dream by Jason Mraz

daylight

you are like
a

little spidey on
my left shoulder,

veins twisted
around

my wings

like woolen threads (and) i
wear them

like a winter coat
in

the springtime,
spidey,

i like the way your feet
feel.

they tickle my soul.
it

is so imperative un(clear)

how
things turn out

in the sunshine,
when

colors (like tiny hairs on your legs)
illuminate themselves
and

i
(with my uncanny heart)
am

bathed in the backlight
of

love...

Can't Buy Me Love by the Beatles

impropriety

well

hello my (little) friend
i missed you

and all your
white-knuckle, dovetail loves.  i

sense

things are

soon to (be) changing    and
i just wanted

to say

i love you (buddy).
i

will keep you (folded up)
inside my heart

with all the   joie
de vivre

and
doubtless (you)

can grow back

all the lives  i
plucked

from you

Seven Days by Justin James

perilous

loving you is like
standing

(wingspan trembling) in front

of

a throbbing mob
of eagles,
feathers splayed in defiance.

i stand (and soar)
over

the hard peaks of this grand canyon

waiting for you.
i pluck

hairs,
and i separate
the truth

from reality
like

speeding bullets,
and

as i face down
(knees trembling)

i come to realize
that

these are desperate times.
they

need
desperate

measures...

Morning Air by Jason Reeves

offhand

like joan of arc
things

are looking shady
but

i remember lifting off
one day

in a helicopter
into the wild blue yonder

and (it felt)

like sterling silver
on

my neck.

i kept his words
in my
pocket

(locket) jewelry shining
like

my hair and i

loved him,
for all that he was worth,

and i remember

as i flew away

thinking i would die,
die

for the art
(and the honor)

of believing...

This Is The Day by Sam Bisbee

break

i

feel empty.
poetic.

like

a packet of cheese

i

have nothing
left

to say...

Song for the Painter by Lost in the Trees

happenstance

it just so happens
that

i

have one orange stripe
through

my left eye

and

i watch you flit like bees
around
the standard size puddles

i inflict

upon myself (i
feel so insecure sometimes) but

now
it just so happens

that in this solitude

you sit

beside me on this wire,
praying

for redemption (and) i just
perch

and
dream of flying...