tickle me so pink...

...until I'm in the red.

<sub>We sailed past fancy people in their black pants and fancy bars,
And we pointed out the gravestones and the flags on the cars.
We were rebels released from this world for a time.
We had our own way of watching.

And in a one way window,
You beamed right back at me and you said,"That's exactly what I don't want to be,"
And your eyes were two hitchhikers, right then, thumbing a cheap ride,
And I'm a sucker for road travelers.
Yeah, weary gets me every time.

You are half a good idea,
And I am half a good trip.
We're a pyramid of unsteady things,
And the trick is not to tip, the trick is not to tip.
And I've been told that I push it too much,
Like how I never switch into fifth gear fast enough.
I must just enjoy the strain, the groaning of the engine as it moans,
As it's grasping.

And I guess I could just guess at what would make you mutter my name,
But I prefer to give to those who commit to the asking.
Yeah, I prefer to give to those who commit to the asking,
So ask me with your hands up.

Because if one thing leads to another,
Then another is way past due,
Because I would say that we have done a thing or two,
Yes, I would say that we have done a little thing or two.
But nothing ever comes in quite the right dose,
We are way too little,
We could be way too much,
No, nothing ever comes in quite the right dose,
You are way too right,
We could be way too close.

So, now we're a couple of awkward strangers on the street, doing that "which-way-are-you-moving-two-step-dance,"
But my coaches always taught me to ignore the shifty feet,
It's the hips that will lead you where the ball is gonna land.

So I'm watching your hips, I'm watching your hips, and I'm woozy, I'm getting woozy.

My stomach's gone for a little spin around the block,
And you tilt towards me and my pendulum swings.
We are a glass pyramid of unsteady things, unsteady things, unsteady,
Like high school cheerleaders mounting each other,
And the bottom level is cringing,
That's how you and I layer our words,
With the subtext trembling,
And I'm jumping on the shoulders of phrases,
Our words are never lazy but the base layer of gazes is just too much to hold up these unsteady things,
These unsteady things.

And I've never claimed balance as a credential,
I've never pretended to know how to climb.
We're winding our way up this precarious hill,
Let's make like Jill and Jill and tumble down the water-slide of these unsteady things.

So now we're slipping from the top,
Drenched in the sweat of our attempts.
And I am feeling stupid now,
And you are feeling sheepish,
But since that is what we do best,
Let's just lie back and stare.
I've never felt stars in my eyes like this,
I feel like half of a cartoon pair.
I've never been so pick-up line,
Never been so bare.

And you're unfurling your flag of breath,
Now into the bent crook of my arm,
And I'm thinking "Maybe I could love you, but I'm not sure we'd get along,"
And then you unfold your tongue to show me your best,
And I think "Yes, okay, go on."

Because your best is impossibly beautiful,
Your charm transcends unbearable,
And I've got all this desire clutched behind my back,
I will lay down my resistance,
I will wait for you to crack.

Like your smile splitting like my windshield,
Stretching crooked and slow,
Bearing the scar of an unseen roadside stone,
I should beware, by now, of falling rocks,
From the shifting cliffs of unsaid things.
You know, earthquakes are measured,
By the unsteady signs they bring.

You're like water in the glass,
And I'm shaking, I'm shaking,
I'm shaking from these unsteady things, these unsteady things,
You tickle me so pink now until I'm in the red,
My blood shooting up like mercury,
Heading up until it stings.
And I know, you can't handcuff heat,
Degrees rise when they please.
All you can do is guess at the effects,
And put your head between your knees.
All you can do is hide from the ride of these unsteady things,
All I can do is hide from the ride of these unsteady things, unsteady.</sub>

"Unsteady Things" ~ Alix Olson

Hoooorah for lesbian power songs! I love me some Alix Olson. <3

(P.S.: I have lots of gay pride.)