We met standing in line at a store
To pay for our groceries and such.
I happened we both reached
At the same time and touched.
We set to talking about things
Like Jung and synchronicity.
We easily continued our talking
About quirks and idiosyncrasies.

He asked questions about me
And seemed suitably charmed.
I answered them thoughtlessly.
I was precisely that disarmed.
He never took his eyes off me
Staring into my eyes, polite.
It felt not only delightful and warm,
It felt perfectly, comfortably right.

I found myself catching my breath;
Was he possibly flirting with me?
I knew just how this usually went
And how disappointing it could be.
I cautioned myself not to jump;
Conclusions can be dangerously high.
What if he is just a nice fellow;
A polite and wildly handsome guy.

So, I continued in the same vein.
I asked questions of his life.
I wanted him to get it over with
And tell me all about his wife.
But he responded with wonderful stuff
About his hobby rappelling rocks.
Then he did something unexpected
That shocked me down to my socks.

He reached over, put his hand on mine
And asked me if I were promised;
Did I have some other guy in my life.
Suddenly, no longer Doubting Thomas
I told him I was single and free as a bird
He squeezed my hand and smiled
He turned my hand over and asked me
If we could go for a ride for a while.

I will cease this tiny story right here
Because the rest of the tale was hot
And while I had the fun of those days
You either had your own or not.
But let it suffice to say to you here
He make this guy deliriously glad
For the love, the heat and the memories
Like I had never before had.

SCREAM!
Let rain weary woes out and on,
Over and over again with words,
Paintbrushes and songs or snapshots.
Insights, Revelations, traces of constellations;
Feeling that which is infinite.
Forever separate from bills,
Laundry, groceries, dishes and co-workers.
Transcendent existence of space and time,
While we throw ***** at pins in alleys
And make love In bedrooms,
On tables, and floors and
Pick flowers in Spring-time.
This Intuitive, all-knowing being let in on the secret.
Are we distant cousins, faceless, nameless, often mistaken as a
Stranger?
Bedecked In glacial relating;
With a laughter like wind chimes!
You know we're made of
Mother Earth's organic substance and
Father sky's astral star-drops.
Same flow the rivers of the world go forth,
Into the same veins, with similar
Dreams (unified voices)
Interlaced like beads on string.
To define us, the source itself,
Is a mystery that
No philosopher could decipher,
No conqueror could find and,
No scientist could discover.

To my darling angel, my heart goes to you,
I love being with you all the ******* time,
You have many nicknames but forever you're my boo,
Loving you my dear, should never be a crime.

Marriage of two lambs
Purest
Matrimony!!!

Why do people lie,
about such serious things?

"Your case will be looked at."
"He'll be brought to justice."
"No one is angry at you."
"It's not your fault."

Those things were said,
but I swear,
none of them were meant.
Because it's been seven months since I reported him,
and not a **** thing has happened in my favor.

My case hasn't even hit the district attorney,
and either way, I've been told it most likely won't pass.

My ****** gets to walk free;
free to violate other women,
and free for me to have to see him often
in this annoyingly small town.

My parents are ashamed.
We don't talk about it anymore;
hell, we hardly ever did.
They were angry at me.
Not him.
Never him.

All I've been shown,
is that it's my fault for letting him inside.
It's my fault for befriending him.
It's my fault that he didn't listen when I said no.

I fear this situation will never be resolved,
and I am forever cursed to carry this burden
alone.

So don't lie to me about such things.
Because I'll see the truth anyways.  

(d.d.b)

I look right through you
And I see no fear
Through your eyes I disappear
And into me you reappear
Close but never so near
Loved but never so dear
The me that is never you
And the you that is never pure
And the me that is never sure

So just who am I and you ?