I crave intimacy
Not the type that subconsciously comes to mind -
The connection
Between one soul,
To another  
Bleeding pure, genuine
Devotion.
I crave fidelity
An enduring exchange
I don't want to be physically touched;
I want to feel my internal organs
Spark.
I want to embrace it  
Savoring every moment

One beautiful night
We lay down under the moonlight.
We watch the sky and the stars.
It was a dream come true.

I was going to do it

I was really going to do it

I know I will do it

Probably tomorrow.

Casually you rise
take up residence
in my evening space
Casting light
to intoxicating depths
Soaring, I swim
in your sea of rain
Drenched, I hide
beneath your shine
Exposed,
rolling in your
trenches, I've memorized
every groove of your pale face

Slowly, I'm spinning
beneath the skies,
in search of us

Lost in you Imbrium,
look down into my window
I will be there every night...
waiting....

This is one for the standing trees
Staying put so that life can breathe, but
When we take more than what we need,
it isn’t fair

We are here we are alive
On this earth,
Made to do more than survive
It’s our turn

It's all just numbers, isn't it?
Day by day,
Year by year,
Always counting.

Day by day look at the number on the scales.
Let the caloric calculator count until your head is filled with numbers.

Minute by minute count the seconds it takes for him to text you back.
Let the doubt and fear multiply until your head is full of him.

Term by term let a percentage on a piece of paper define your worth.

Don't we have better things to do than count?

pale
          petals
                 falling
             down

into
            the factories
                 of the towns

the petals
sweat, the
small ones
swoon

in the
sweltering          
month          
of June

petals
here today,
gone too soon

these
flowers will not
release their seed

ice fingers
touch them
and they bleed.

under tyranny
they groan - evil
works small
bodies
to the bone.

mutilated
maimed and
worse

pale, scarcely living
with this curse.

little babies
scarcely six

behind walls
of grey-green brick

cutting fabric
making toyz
for all first world
girlz and boyz.

you can purchase
on the floors
of many touted
Big-Box stores.

You know the ones,
boyz and girls!

We welcome you to

WALLY-WORLD!!.

dawn breaks
eyes open
another day
a little taller but
weaker too
they do say it gets
better
but is better
ever
enough?