Hope Rope

You're my hope, my calm, my soap when I'm wrong.  You're my right,my wrong, my song, my long hot desert, my moisturizing lip balm when I say the words out loud, my megaphone when I'm quiet as a door mouse.

You're my dry throat, my utopia, my float whenever I have no idea. You're all my laughs, my yawns, my sass, my frowns, you are my all when I rise and when I fall, when I dance, when I fly, when Im in a transe, or when my souls run dry. You're my space, my time, my race, and my line I walk, or run, or when I'm carried in your arms.

You're my go, my stop, my start, and my end.  For you I flip, and flop, for you all these things I drop.