Nothin' left but empty pockets
And socks wit holes upon each heel.

All the good fings are swept away
Like a rotten banana peel.

Wit nowhere else to turn -
I turn to God.

Wit empty pockets
And holes in my socks -
I turn to God.

{ Weasel }

The days are long and dark.
Nights blur into one.
I need you more than ever.
Please just come.

Dusk and dawn alike.
Skylines as grey as a dreamless sleep.
I need you more than you know.
Please just come.

The world is falling.
Fading beneath my feet.
I need you so much right now.
Please just come.

My tired eyes can barely open.
I am lost more than you could imagine.
I need you.
Please.

For nine months straight
You carried my weight

You’ve dealt with my flaws
I’m forever in awe

I love you mom
Forever and on

And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again

divine attraction
between two enchanted souls
safeguarding their bond

Your hand on flesh
Over rib’s fresh bone
Over exposed heart
For you alone.

I don’t know why
This arrests me so
To feel your palm
below my throat.

Yet contented smile
Creeps to my countenance
When affection’s physicality
Meets tenderness’ essence.

My hand on yours
On my skin
On my heart
I grasp to the prospect
Of love’s restart.