I stepped in from the door frame
And the zap delight
As the scattered light
Through the not quite transparent windowpane
Hid upon us
And my eyes caught
A gentle rain tear
Trickle over the modest curve of your lips
Lifted me

I am a people person
I need to be around people
I hope you are comfortable being with me
I want to meet new people everyday
I love really getting to know people
I've gotten better at understanding people
I love to introduce friends to new friends
I want to listen to everything you have to say
I hope to be there whenever you need someone
I need to make people feel not so alone
I am a people person

thirteen is my favorite number
unlucky I know
but it works in my mind

it's perfect
and maybe partly it's because of how disliked it is
While me

I love how the one and the three go together
and make four

and I love how they seem not to be two
the one every one usually likes
but they really are

when you take one away from three
or when you give one to negative three

they are still two

the simple mathematics of one and three
they are the possibilities

the lonely one
and the three's a crowd
but two can be too much
when no one is talking

and spelling it out just seems right
with its t-t and its e-e
and the way your tongue almost reaches your lips
when you say it out

loud

So when they ask me to
pick a number between one and ten

my number will be four
but thirteen knows

thirteen is my favorite number

Trapped between memory and memory
I sleep and I wake and they run still so vividly
I can't pretend we're no longer a part of me

A pendulum
Trapped between memory and memory
The road ahead has yet to reach clarity

So entwined by steps through familiarity
And asking is this natural to be so
Trapped between memory and memory

Woo me a kettle of love
and sweethearts
Gifted muse
Sing me the lyrics
not by divinity
but the flute of your breath
Play me to the chest
where your drum encased
let my palms sway
Please don't stop your playing
even if it is just a play
For if unaccompanied by your music
my poetry becomes meaningless
nothing more
than lines of letters too poetic

You've been holding on for more than two years
and I can't fight with that kind of memory
All the time you've had to romanticize a lost
and hit replay on the moments
I have my own nostalgia and what if questions too
But I tucked them away when we became
so I wouldn't be afflicting on you this torment

So I don't need to replace her
And I'm not naive enough to think I can
But I can only be a part of an us
That I don't have to compete for
Because I'm me and you say you've made your choice
But the most unkind thing you can do
Is compare me to a memory.

I had a movie moment
tonight

it was with a boy
a short elevator trip
and a walk down a hallway

I went one way
as he went the other

we had already gone
apart
when
He said Goodnight
and I said Goodnight
back
and it was just us
in that hallway
there was a sigh of a pause
then came the

Sweet dreams from him
You too was all of me

And I smiled
as I listened
to the jingling
of his keys
for he swung them
as he walked
and I saw
the little boy
in this man

I saw
in this man
and I

You
my love

are eight days
and a flight away .

I want the kind of ***
where I'm told exactly how much you want me
by the way your frame
fills in my every curve
and you touch so much of me
with your hands
and your starved eyes
I should be scared
but you'll call me beautiful
and I'll be your sweetheart
as your sweet heart beats
beats faster
and you fall into me

1.1
The clock ticked two
The door closed and you knew

1.2
There goes a back turned
That'll never be turning back

1.3
Your silent reach forward
Stopping nothing , caged your feet frozen

2.1
Gifts left , broken , lost , not returned
Though giver proved unkind

2.2
You sobbed through hours of days
Looking for a mirror

2.3
To reignite the moonlight
For you to dance again around

3.1
Still , you walked
Letting creeks fill in your fallen hollow

3.2
Occasionally tipping towards evened out barricades
Yet always eagerly realigned

3.3
Once again letting out fumes of sighs
A freed marionette

You make me think the most inappropriate thoughts
in the most appropriate times
You leave me stuck hiding blushes and suppressing sighs
I didn't understand what soft features were
until those teasing eyes locked into mine
and I wanted to reach out to close the distance
between my shivering frame and your hands
Was my expression as permissive as I felt
More , was my body beckoning as my thoughts were
I guess you must have heard me through the walls
for I found your body answering my unsaid mind calls
all of you down my neck , along my back
leg to leg , knees bent at the same place
there was a little dancing , so as to appear innocent
but your voice turned me around and we were face to face
your thumb gently up and down my palm
and I took you away , we parted from the crowd
tripping onto the cushions before the door clicked shut
the length of me folded into the length of you
and we continued our not so innocent dance
a pas de deux of our voices escaping
through the rise and fall of our molded bodies
pushing each other to the finish
yes , yes oh darling yes runs through me .

She sits
Crossed legged
Crossed arms
And a cross face for sure

But her lips say nothing

taken not lost
for death for life
white flowers
blossomed from the land
damp with rain
and morning dew
not to bear fruit
only to bring light
then wilt
an eternal flutter
into color

Feelings and their mysteries
a lover in mind

I remember the stories you told me
of your adventures and possibilities
I remember falling in love
with every single memory of us

je suis ici
where are you now ?

I want to be in the poetry I have never written
to live the life I had never dreamed

I travel in hopes of bumping into you again
for that's how we met
by fate and crossroads
in the wild we never waited

je suis ici
where are you now ?

The world we have yet to see
Our world we have yet to create

You climbed as I swam below
together naturally
but still going farther our own ways
our movements rippled to the other

je suis ici
where are you now ?

our stones skip four times
for every time we met

We promised each other we'd venture again
hand in hand and to share a tent
we'll meet to hike the mountains
for a date behind the waterfall

*je vais être ici finalement avec toi

We met
I think it was Wyrd
how little I believe in it
an unlikely combination
with a world between us

Our big plans
as we venture our ways
two wanderers letting in the company
of a stranger and building upon hello

Our love for love
genuinely caring just because
sharing our stories through words
our poetry songs

And you comforted me
accepted me
knew me
and still loved me

Your voice in my head
I can hear you
as I read the messages you send
I can hear you

and it's you.