I fall
For people with whom I've hardly exchanged a word,
Let alone a sentiment

It's a real problem, you see
Because when I fall for someone
I spend so much time dreaming about him
So much time sliding down the slippery slopes of affection
That when I try to speak
I realize he's still at the top
And I can't get back up

There was a hot coal in my chest
Hot for you
But it just wouldn't catch
Although I blew and blew
We couldn't get hot
Because you wouldn't come close
But perhaps that's best
Because I'm still set to roast

When I look upon the setting sun
Or the recession of the sea
My heart does not get heavy
It does not wax full with melancholy
As it does when I lay my mind's eye on you

Why why why?
Why can I not look upon you as upon the sun,
As upon the moon
I will never hold you, but you are still a beautiful boy
Is it your humanity that gives me a tiny hope,
A cruel mustard seed faith lodged in my lungs?

Yes, it is hope that pains me as I walk
As I lift my eyes gingerly to the future,
My whole self cries for what never happened
For what I know never ever will

We danced to avoid the quite hell
Which Idleness can bring
That awkward burning touch
Waited just outside the ring

And of course I was not prepared
My arm below should have been above
And you corrected me repeatedly
With an uneasy glance thereof

You said "It's not the most important part"
Which was cute, I must admit
But what is the most important part?
Because I surly slaughtered it

You know so much about these things
You know about doors and dresses and
Photos and flowers and
Not calling back

You know that I sent that letter
Unanswered may it be
And you know I am pathetic
For an answer even dream



I know nothing but nights spent alone
Wishing this inward torture would stop
Wishing I could remember
To lace my arm over the top

Belief in a greater power
Is belief in a greater purpose
Which instills in us a greater power
???

Spring's petals fall gently
Land on the ground
The white litter chills me

Have faith in God

But that's all that I have
I was hoping for more
Hoping for new love
Hoping for more

I acted first to actualize this dream
In the thorny days of very early spring
When the buds were half-full, content to sleep away through dawn
Hiding in green blankets from the rising sun

Then your genial conversation pried open the green packages of joy
An irresistible seraphic power bloomed forth as you laced your arm in mine
You sent me into fever with a single unexpected hug
And spring sprang forth under the warm rays of your righteous eyes

But summer is coming, in fact, it's almost here
The tree tops are peppered with April's final gifts
And June's full verdant splendor is approaching quick

Yet your love is ever distant
Perhaps so confined as to never break free
Perhaps so guarded as to never welcome me

One night was not enough my eternal affections to return
Please don't prune the bud when summer's sun has just begun to burn