I am not passionate for you
Passion dies
I do not lust
I am not driven by the passions
Of envy or pride
For passion is strong but cannot stand
Passion is top heavy
Impressive and moving
But unstable and collapsing
I am not passionate for you
I love you
I love you as though
Your soul and mine
Are the same
Intertwined

someone

wake my skin up

it is cold                  
                     and sleeping

Some          times
I    want    to    kiss    you
as   much   as   I   want   to   knock
your        teeth        out,
darling.

I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

(I swear, this is the short version:)

music
dancing
pointe shoes
walking, just walking
sketching
photography
reading
writing
poetry
sunset
him
s­unrise
teaching
stories told
love, just love
an empty beach
a starry sky
a forest that's awake
a city that never sleeps
people who get it
people who get something else
hockey games
air hockey tournaments in his basement
driving, just driving
making people smile
cuddling
making people laugh
the sound of a deaf person laughing so fully
the moon
the sun
the wind
the rain
the snow
the noise
the nothing

Is it possible
that there's someone
just as
broken as
me
out there
looking
for someone
to be
whole
with?