I played with fire once;
Ashes on my lips,
Singes on my back,
And I'm still burning

I'm a whirl of smoke;
Waiting for your flame,
Hovering above,
The match that you are.

somebody told me to reach for the stars
so i took them out of the sky and hid them in my broken heart
somebody told me that time heals all wounds
so all be waiting right here until i can finally be rid of these cuts and bruises

You look tired, girl.

The lines on your face
from annual frost wedging
sprout tiny trees and assemblies of
lichens
that blot the pages of your book
like carelessly spilt ink,

but it's not worth crying over.

I spent my time trying to read those
pages,
those hieroglyphs
penned in a foreign
and dead tongue.

I tried to read the landscape of you.

Where split rocks harbor still-breathing mammals
at the base of your collar bone.
Where the aspens quake
and make homes for hawks
on the crest of your bony hip.
Where the trickles of water babble
softly,
but not unheard
and the trout jump like living jokes
in the cracks on your tongue.

Really, I tried.
And the closer I looked the more I realized
that you are not my native land.
I was an invasive species there
and I could feel the god in you
crying out
to abolish the man in me.

So I tore down the shack I had built
at the border between you and I
and I watched as the trees regrew
where I used to harvest my firewood
and I saw the deer
bed down
as the sun set
behind the
cold and silent mountain range
that fringes your hairline-

those mighty castle walls
that I could never truly breach.

If you live your life with your teeth gritted,
with your jaw clenched,
with your upper lip pinned back
to reveal your pearly white fangs,
don't be surprised
when your they start to loosen,
bleed,
and fall out of your head-

leaving you with an unconvincing smile
and an even less convincing
sneer.

It started with a kiss
And I melt
Your touch is bliss
I love this feeling  that is being felt

I want to write more
More I think of it, I cry
My feelings that I tell you is what I pour
Being away from you hurts, no lie

It is easy to know what  I have to say
When I think of you, it is clear
But with you, I feel that I have lost my way
Losing  control, I don't know what to I fear

Our past may be off and on
Thirteen years of being friends
I don't want what we have to be gone
You do everything to make things better and tying loose ends

You never give up
You fight hard
Love this great is rare like that golden cup
There is no special card

To prove our love is great
I will fight for us, fight for you
This is never too late
To prove that my feelings are true

All I want you to hug me
Please don't let go
Help me see
It can be a great high, or a sad low

But with you, I want to take that risk
Most of the time I don't know what to do
It started with a kiss
I am lost in you

to capture a few seconds
of my sophisticated sense of humor
is not actually a lost.
like when I simply say that sometimes
I get sick of feeling a tremendous fear
when I smile with hidden pain at someone
*who is half way to the death side.