there is no time like the present,
they say, with no real meaning.
the only thing being that for most life doesnt seem
like a living age.
for me it was like a prison,
walls quickly moving ever inward; a shrinking cage.
and then there was you.
smiles for days, as if the happiness never ended
and when it did, tearful gazes that left me winded.
you are the oceans current, forever giving,
and whenever your name massages my mind
i feel as if i have nothing but space and time.

i cant stop thinking about you.

not even for a second.

in the grocery store, at parties, everywhere,

there you are

looking at me the way you did that first night we met

with your smile bright and your eyes wide

an entire night of possibilities lying ahead of us

and the heat.

Laying on your side or
perhaps on your back with an idle arm
resting behind you.
and those eyes; tired, sweet, pale blue
puddles touched slightly by the moon.
groaning and shifting while your soft naked skin
invades the sea your sheets create with every move.
suddenly, feeling heat from places
you didnt expect.
and then, as if you were floating, you rest.

you are, what they call,
a man that wants for others.
and i, among the rest, are lucky
to call you friend.

and for the one
who gets to call you lover, in the end,

i have always wanted to drive someone over the edge;

breaking a willing, open heart.

enchanting  them to the brink of destruction

with only a soft kiss.

instead, you, sweetly,  tore me apart;

and i remembered our creation

with satisfying red bliss.

if you are crazy
you must do all things the same
and expect a change

"you are not alone"
she whispered to herself,
holding back tears of disbelief,
you are not alone
she thought, while she clenched her favorite pillow,
darkness closing in,
you are not alone
she tried to fight it, but it was too late, time had bent,
and the cold washed over her,
"you"
slowly, then all at once.
so, she curled into a desperate ball
"are"
and let the tears fall,
blinking simultaneously.
"always alone", he whispered
reminding her how little her reality meant.