Is it selfish of me
to seek the serenity of eternal sleep?
To ruin you is to soothe me,
to surrender is to find peace.
But to protect you
is to forever digress.
How could we ever agree?

Driving a car,
a car that isn't mine,
taking it afar,
down highway 99,
driving a car,
and I could swerve at anytime,
I wonder what would happen
if I took it off to the side—
parked on a lookout,
considering the view down,
but the car isn't mine,
so I buckled my seatbelt
and continued into town.

Worship me—
soothe me tenderly,
fall to your knees,
to feast on me reverently.

Unsheathe and release,
while my divine fruit
drips fertility,
oh,
so heavenly.

Like nectar—
liquid silk spills,
legs twisted together,
and hushed playful yells.

Unveil me—
feel my energy,
open your eyes to see,
grace my purity,
and nurture—
but don't flee.

I am not just a body—
but a memory,
the sweetest plea,
a spell of ecstasy,
fall into my sea,
worship me—
and I will gift thee.

would they all scream my name,
when my soul is laid into a grave—
a name carved in vain,
as the dirt buries a bird—
a bird who no longer sang,
for all the harmonies lost their way;
in a haze,
in a maze,
in a daze,
in a craze,
caged,
de-feathered and of age,
a crave for the wastes,
with clipped wings and covered in sage—
a prayer was sang to weep its wage,
for the bird never was thanked,
despite all its duty and all its grace,
a messenger never asked,
what would you like to say?

She found herself running—
and she doesn't know why,
the mirror made it all seem so far away,
as the reflection was inching closer,
she found herself running—
and it was from her own picture.
Early morning reflections,
while staring into my own eyes;
running to no avail,
as your feet can't walk in a straight line;
running for no reason,
as you lose track of time;
running to self-soothe—
as your words effortlessly rhyme;
running,
because you won't delve into your mind;
running,
because you're scared of what will happen
if you left it all behind.

We all wanted a love like in the movies—
pouring, fateful rain,
a drenched dress,
a hungry and sloppy
long awaited kiss,
a passionately late love confession,
desperate hands grasping
at each others faces.

The slow burning flame
that is called limerence—
a spring fling,
a "puppy love",
fleeting emotions—
heaven-struck in lust.

Borrowed time
and stolen dances,
whispered promises in
entrancing glances—
we called it forever,
only to call it in ignorance,
what once felt infinite
was smothered in an instance.

Hey, Suzy K.
I heard we're in the same math class,
were you ever good?
I was always a hack.

Hey, Suzy K.
Did you do the assignment?
Could I copy some of your answers?
I promise the teacher wouldn't mind it.

Hey, Suzy K.
I really like your hair—
it sits nicely on your fine shoulders,
and it's quite beautifully rare.

Hey, Suzy K.
Would you like to go the dance?
We could make quite the pair,
so would you give me a chance?

Hey, Suzy K.
I'd like to make you mine;
I know we're still young,
but I don't want to waste any time.

Hey, Suzy K.
I'd like to take you out to dine—
I promise it'll be worthwhile,
and I'll have you back no later than 9.

Hey, Suzy K.
That was really quite the kiss,
I'm glad you could be my first,
certainly not a miss.

Hey, Suzy K.
I guess it was a puppy love,
just high-school sweethearts,
never meant to make it past the clubs.

Hey, Suzy K.
I heard you're going away,
to study the marine life.
I'll be here if you need a place to stay.

Hey, Suzy K.
Do you remember our first kiss?
Gosh, all this time has passed,
and still, you're quite the misses.

Hey, Suzy K.
I got married this past spring,
we're expecting by the fall,
I even gave her the ruby ring.

Hey, Suzy K.
I heard our kids are in math together—
could you believe the coincidence?
Maybe they'll be tighter than ever!

Hey, Suzy K.
I heard about your husband.
I'm sorry for your loss—
let me know if you need a friend.

Hey, Suzy K.
Thanks for the pie;
it's been a hard loss to grieve,
but you make me feel fine.

Hey, Suzy K.
Can you believe all this time?
We've both got gray hair,
and we've been aging like wine.

Hey, Suzy K.
I've got nurses changing bags of *****;
they say my memory is slipping away—
maybe you can stop in before I go to the loony bin.

Hey, Suzy K.
I really miss my wife,
could you stay for a while longer?
It's really been a miserable life.

Hey, Suzy K.
Do you remember our first kiss?
I can't exactly place it,
I just remember it was bliss.

Hey, Suzy.
It's hard to see in this sterile light,
is it just me,
or is that my wife?