The French call an ******
"the little death"

looking at you,
(trace the curve of my neck
with your lips)

I would like to suggest-
(close your eyes and search
for the secrets of my body
with your tongue)

that is to say:
(put your hand in mine
don't let go.)

Darling,
let's die a little
tonight.

Like a time machine I go back into memory land present them in the future
What I felt and know has changed time after time
Over and over again find inner peace relive and find solutions to the problem
Connect reconnect don't ever want the same failed out come to occur
That moment things could've been changed turned out the way they did
I'm not going to pretend all the bad was good
But if I could relive all the good I would do so in a heart beat same every time
With the bad comes good  good can go bad
Doesn't matter make I through till the end

You come and go,
Like you don't want me to see you,
To feel you.
Gone.
Just like that.
When I finally relax.
You're there,
But suddenly, you leave.
Just like everything else.
You're gone.
Leaving me, to once again
Fend for myself.

I try so hard not to notice
When I go without that one thing.
The one thing that makes me break.
Cry.
Scream.
The one thing that makes me weak.
I look away, ducking my head.
Trying to hide from it.
But it calls me in.
Just like every other time,
I resist.
Turning my back.
Trying to walk away.
But in the end,
Temptation takes over.
And I know,
That I truly am addicted.

9/11, 8:46 am
The first plane crashes
an explosion of black ashes
Smoke blooms- a flower
from floors 93-99, North Tower

9/11, 9:03 am
The second plane hit
Hell split
Fire licks the sky
men & woman try to fly

9/11, 5:00 pm
A flag is raised
above the rubble's blaze
Buildings may fall,
but the flag stands tall.

Our fragile lips never touch.
Forbidden fruit.
Poisonous pain.
As you go up
              I must come
                        Down.
I gaze at your perfect reflection.
I try to linger for you.
Do not weep dear we have a job to do.
My opposite obsession.
A contrary coincidence.

My unfortunate state leaves me watching lovers-
Who could be us.  
I’m left with unresolved dreams at twilight.
You may seem dreaded by most but
I count down the stars disappearing in my presence.
I’ve never seen your rays.
Your flaming passion holding our world together
As I fall apart.
You take pieces of me with you.
Have them.
Keepsakes of our nonexistent love exchanges.

For how funny a fairytale for our children.
When the moon fell-
In love with the sun.