inside pulling , I hide the urge to run, a big strong
outside
makes me stand
one foot planted,
it almost comes out then, but
when I sit later, humiliated
by myself,
where in the corners
black crouching waiting for me
I know it is,
in my head or reality
must be a sense of
his slithery, coiled,
for me to be smiling , awaits
I alone again-
and then proudly
it stands
like
a devil
mocking every god ******
thought and nerve

I am a star gazer, too.
I gaze at him, in all of his starry forms.
The form that is a glint in the sky,
so far up, that no one can bring him down
while he works on what gives him another form--
the super-star.
A label that is rightful to him,
given to him because of
his shiny, ethereal words.
And lastly, and more importantly,
he is a sea star.
Being thrown around in this big, stupid ocean.
He clings to his rocks but sometimes
the waves are too rough
and a piece of him is brutally torn off,
as he has told me, happened recently.
Have no fear, Star.
Because everyone knows that sea stars regenerate quickly.
You will forever be,
floating,
shining,
growing,
Star Gazer.

The wind whispers its song in my ears
Like the leaves of a cherry blossom
Gently touching against my face.

The light comforts the place of your hands
Like the soft feel of rose petals
With the alluring scent residue.

The warmth seeps into my mind
Where the thoughts of you
are properly propagated,

The love I feel in my heart
Is nurtured by the beautiful
portrait that is you.

I
Can
Only
Write
Half a song,
Paint
Only half
A picture
Write
Half a
Poem.
Half love
Half care...
I
Am
Incomplete!
BUT
Let me say
I
Enjoy
Half
A lemon
Half
A Sunset.

Going all out
Getting wild all over
You
Sounds like a good idea
Just being the flowers and the chocolates
And I'm game
But its up to you
Its your night, your choice

So
lonely even in celebrations craze
single and longing for just another taste
popular but carries sorrow in tow
a forced feeble smile he attempts to show
handsome yet always feels ugly below
he is a quandry unto himself, he is low
So
how to relieve this disbelieving stink
how to find that self adoration again
will anyone notice how deep he drinks
so full of feeling, so quick to self-blame
even tired of wishes which never came
a child so wild, so slow to tame
So
now in days of yearning to touch
learning to love, he craves it much
for a truth that is matched and with his own
no one else to please, no place else to roam
in loving, laden arms to call his home
even if and when / wishes never come
So...