If my heart ever lets me love again,
I will.
But, it will have to be the kind of love that is zealous and allows me
to be a
senseless, flighty, foolish, cheeky
person
some of the time
or
I will
never
**love again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You have taken over
the very essence of my being,
and I am conquered
by a hunger for your arousing touch
which awakens my senses,
by tracing the fiery curves
of my body,
and then satisfies my appetite
with *your tenderness

I
*claim
this year,
as the year, that
I'll begin-again, by
  joyfully celebrating both 
Thanksgiving and Christmas
like a
*child

Why
can't
I
add
you
to
the
things
that
I
forg­et
?

She could have
risen
from the ashes

Instead she
smoldered
in the embers

It was
as if
your goal
was
to destroy me.

   Goal accomplished.

Those moments I remember
that still take my breath away
are in a dusty corner
where somtimes I wished they'd stay

Regardless of the season
or the time of day
I still can't piece together
the night things went astray

And in that dusty corner
I can feel your hand in mine
and see that haunted smile
that made my whole world shine

But no matter how I try
and no matter what I do
that fateful night in August
just keeps on blowing through

My memory keeps holding on
to the little things you'd do
like buying single roses
and singing I love you

And in that dusty corner
I find the foolish side of you
dancing like a wild fire
that quickly passed on through

Wherever I may travel
or what my road leads to
my heart remains in pieces
and I'm forever missing you

Those moments I remember
that still take my breath away
are in a dusty corner
and sometimes--- I wished they'd stay.