drunk on each other's turpentine
from your wet kisses
       your wet body wedged between
        my wet body and the kitchen counter
        the sky's rim breaching through windows
you'll find my love between the soul and shadow
the equinox of days and night,

i love you and your secrets buried in the unbloomed flower
        keeping its petals to itself
the fragrance of rain and the aroma of earth
        i will wander amongst these fields, open
        i watched you grow
i will not love you a certain way, as i do not know how
        i will only love so close that with your hands on my
        *******, they become close like hands
   i will only love so close that your eyes will see what
        i dream of when i sleep
i will only love, because i only can love

From a silence to a simple buzz,
A gentle hum slowly grows.
Never a whinge or a moan,
Just a quiet conversation.
Not lonely today, a few friends join.
Moving swiftly,
Weaving around the room.
In and out, bouncing off each other,
Opportunities as open as the door.
Not worrying what others think, brave Fly.
Surrounded by predators,
Poised and ready to pounce.
Fly, you don't care?
At least you've fulfilled life.
Not fearing death, courageous Fly.
Friends always by your side,
The promises they make and never break.
Loyal company, nonidentical,
Individual and unique.
Not trying to follow suit, but be content.

Dear Fly, you remind me of me,
Happy alone, but worth more as three.

I shiver with pain
They call me insane
But what do they see?
Just the outer part of me?

I cannot breathe,
Because I am insane,
They just looked over
And tagged me a name
But do they see the soul my insides claim?

I do not know
If I am blind
Or if I am surrounded by blindness.

Wherever I walk
always there is an absence
walking beside me..

I hope you're happy
And I mean that.
It seems to me my hair is now longer
My pants are no longer darker
And you live a little farther.
Now happy is not black and white
Happy was spelled with a Y
Back in junior high.
Today it's spelled with a joint
A bottle of jack, Oh, I forgot the exclamation point.
In the end it seems okay.
It's been ten years, for some four, for some less.
Nothing can break us, nevertheless.
It wasn't like the movies and it wasn't like the books.
Some got lost,
and we don't exchange looks.
But I won't forget the windows down,
The music loud.
I hope it meant to you what it meant to me,
And I hope you're happy.