Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

I may seem cheerful
There are still days
I need to cry
Because you are not there
And certainly not here
And I can not
Contact you
You’re busy
Today
Most days
I need, no
Rather I want to
I’d like to call you
Tell you I want you here
You won’t come over
Tomorrow, either
Nor the day after that
Then it’s my turn
To be busy
A day or two
I wish I could
I wish I was able to contact you
I wish you would answer
If I tried
But you will answer
Once you feel like it
When you have time
You know
You are aware
That I will not disappear
I love you
Too much
But if I told you
That I am writing these lines
You’d probably hate me
You’d find me pathetic
Insane
And I can’t tell you
Because you’d be
So
Extremely
Uncomfortable
That is why
It’s a secret
A treasure
That I hope
You will
Never
Find out about.

Gate 24,
Flight to New Orleans,
The people crowd it,
The planes boarding,
I watch you walk away.
You're wearing those dark jeans,
The same ones you wore when I met you,
I wonder if you even realize it,
You're still walking.

The suitcases roll across the ground,
You're carrying your red back pack,
The one we carried that late night we were together,
I want you to grasp it,
Just like I want to,
But honestly, I just want you to hold.

Stopping at the ramp,
You sent a text that said,
"I can't look at you,
you know,
I won't be able to go."
Then you were gone,
You kept walking.

I want to wrap you,
tissue paper,
and throw you
in the sky.

Watch you fly

Never have I
believed
in anyone
as I believe in you.

Because you believe in me

This gypsy heart
is not
a fickle lover
of you.

So vulnerable

Be my bright sky
and
I'll be
your guiding moon.


*© NDHK

The sun graces them, sexuality raw and smoldering,
racing female hearts: warming the regions, causing the senses
to run wild. Like fever, like untouchable madness and the
cure lies only within these potent, Charming Badasses
whose mere glances cause me to lose all logic, reason
and morals. One glance, one touch, one word
and reason shall vacate and Lust will take
over, forever residing within.

I pass you in the hallway everyday.
I don't look you in the eye,
as you walk by.
I pretend you don't exist.
Though in reality my heart does race.
I think about you every minute,
of every hour,
of every day.
I try so hard to stop all the thoughts,
but I can not seem to get them to go away.
I can not seem to get you out of my head.
And that tiny insignificant moment,
is my favorite part in every day.