You're coming closer, almost creeping.
Such sultry motion, I'm barely breathing.
Watching you watching my reaction -
entranced, you vision, there is no distraction.
Zipper down, strap falls off your shoulder,
showing the freckle I'll bite as you get bolder.

With candles alight
and our bodies burning, too,
we're moving through the midnight -
discover me, discover you.
Small firelight dances
as we lock into a groove.
The river of passion advances,
and hungry eyes say you approve.

The sheets are twisted, then they're gone.
Our hearts beating rhythm to our song.
Panting, daring, your wildness is contagious.
At once, our hands are timid and courageous.
Sheens of sweat and bathed in glory,
let there be no ending to this story.

With candles alight
and our bodies burning, too,
we're moving, through the midnight -
discover me, discover you.
Small firelight dances
as we lock into a groove.
The river of passion advances,
and hungry eyes say you approve.

Lost, I'm lost, I'm lost in you.
Falling and falling, I've fallen for you.

Places I never wanted to see
Until you were at those places -
They are now all I want to see so long as
You will be there.
Over bridges, across canyons,
Under mountains, in abandoned
Railway stations, or
Here - never leaving if you are here.
Expecting to see you, I expect to love
All the places I will go.
Defeated when you are not there;
Orange crayon sun of my days
Never duller than without you.
My eyes crave
Your form.
Surely, as time goes, I will find you.
Hasten the day, hasten the day!
Or come looking for me, and
Under the blankets waits our breakfast:
Legs and legs, mouth and mouth, and then
Dessert follows for our unfilled hearts.
Elated, our hunger at last
Relieved.

Welcome to my epilogue.
It's almost finished,
and I thank you for your attention so far.
I know it's been difficult at times to
watch this mess I am,
this mess I've made of myself,
so I thank you for your patience so far.
I hope you've been adequately entertained;
I hope you've smiled with me some.
That is, I hope you've smiled genuinely.
You see, mine has always been an act.
The burden of keeping it up has
become too great and I am weary.
The curtain is closing.
This is nothing
for you to be sad about.
Some of us don't have it in us
to attain peace, to obtain a true smile.
That's okay, though, isn't it?
Life isn't for everyone and
no one knows what's next, if anything,
so don't be sad.
It just is what it is.
We just are until we aren't.
I now better understand that
careless creature.
So, ladies and gentlemen and otherwise,
drive safely, tip the bartender well,
and live until you can't.

your eyes and their laughter lines,
   your hair and your familiar frame,
      your bare feet and clean teeth,
         the warmth from our shared time.
the miracles made into memories,
   the wonders into wishes,
      the triumphs into tragedies,
         your patience with my pretending.
untouched i longed to be untethered,
   but too long in the mire to change.
      how long will you wait
         for my hands to be your hands?
a song in a dream and awake we're apart,
   my fear my fault and my freedom my fear.
      you may not want me anymore,
         for i am ragged.

I dreamed again
and you were there,
the dark silk of your crown
tousled from sleep,
standing in the open doorway
of a house in the middle of
a beautiful and wasted land
and leaning against the frame,
waiting for me to come back
from wherever I had been.
You smiled at my approach
and pulled me in.
I placed my hands at
the small of your back
and woke up
and now I'm sad.

On a street lined with trees
  I feel my brain's been impaled,
  and all of my dreams
are cold and dead as old nails.
But through all the pain,
  through the whispering loss,
  I'm alive, but I'm stained
like some man on a cross.
I just want to see -
  for a second or a year -
  if there's a chance I could be
  better than who is here,
  looking back through the glass,
  encouraging sadness,
  living in the past
  and drowning in the madness
  that comes with realizing
he's the mistake.