your face as pale as knuckle,
it fell off like a stubborn cherry,
your mouth is clever as a ****
and mine isn't.

A box entitled Lost and Found.
Inside-
a ball,
a silver slinky.
A pink backpack with unicorns,
a ratty teddy bear with love in it's eyes.
A math notebook that holds all the secrets of a girl named Alicia.
A cootie-catcher that has been ripped in several places.
A metal tin lunchbox with Spiderman on it and the name William on a piece of masking tape on the handle.
A barbie doll, looking as thought it has been given an amateur haircut, and wearing a yellow dress and one pink high heel, but still smiling.
A green hairband with several purple flowers on it.
A diary with a lock, and butterflies on the cover.
A stuffed puppy dog, with a red nose.
A key, probably to a lost diary.
One black shoe,
in the Lost and Found.

In all my many lives
Never have I felt
For another being
That which I feel for you
Your beauty far surpasses
All the greatest beauties of the ages
None can compare
With your radiance
Your smile gives the impression
That all the stars that shine in the heavens
Have coalesced into one shimmering ball
And taken on human flesh
The goodness of your heart
And the magic inherent in your being
Shine from your eyes
Bringing light to a world of darkness
You are an inspiration
A Muse to my weary soul
Stirring the depths of me to longing and action
I am completely captivated by every facet of you
Your endearing little quirks
Your private language
Your single-minded focus and passion
You have so much strength in you
Far more than you give yourself credit for having
You try to hide yourself
Among the stars and scars
But I see through your camouflage
To the goodness and warmth
That resides in your soul
You truly are the girl who has haunted my dreams
Though you are far beyond anything
My wild imagination could have conceived of
You fill me with awe
And such longing
That my heart cannot contain the emotions
It threatens to burst
Within my chest
Even though we have known each other
But a short time
I wonder how I survived in this world
Without you in my life
You are light
And grace and beauty
Everything that is good and wonderful
In the universe
Made incarnate
You deign to walk among mere mortals
And brighten our mundane lives
When you are the Queen of the Universe
In disguise
I am carried away on dreams
When I look into your eyes
You have no idea
The power you have over me
The hold you have on me
I would spend all my days
Proving my love to you
And making you happy
If you will but grant me a crumb of your affection
I know
That no matter where I go
How many lives I live from here
I will never find
Another
Who makes me feel
Like you.

I thought sirens were voluptuous women,
Who sat upon rocks and sang to men,
Who couldn’t think past,
The tips of their *****.

I was sure they had the longest hair,
I had ever seen,
That swore to you,
It had met with eternity.

Through rose-scented ears,
And rose-budded drapes,
I had heard of their full, soft *******,

That breathed airily beneath,
The green beads of the sea,
Speaking, softly, of impending agendas.

"

But, I found out yesterday,
Their hands are great,
Yielding rough spears,
Rather than white sarongs.

They’re not sitting at all -
They actually stand tall,
Looming over you,
With ***** of their own.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.

Anna's kiss hit harder,
than most ****** climaxes--
left me stuttering,
sidestepping, scared of the
what's next?

Anna's hair on fire,
billowing smoke and
beckoning me to come in--
left me boiling,
bracing, barely conscious
of what's left?

Anna's bed of nails,
bled out and breathing--
left me dangerously
dumb, deaf
of what's she saying?

Anna's sharpened heels,
daggered the docile beige carpet--
left me sweating,
sighing, searching for further savior
in what are we?

Anna's black fingernails,
sunk into my shoulder--
left me lonely,
lusting, lashing in empty parking lot
now knowing,
rebirth requires a death.

Maybe
I had one hit too many.
That would explain
my bra on the floor
my hand on your chest
the heavy breathing
of your desire.
I can’t
you breathe out
between bites on my neck.
I know.
This is wrong.
I moan
as our lips fuse together.
Probably.

In my mind
I know better
than to listen
to what my body is telling me
in the darkness of your room
with the fire
of your skin
against mine.

In your eyes
is the expectation
of regret
and your lack of concern
as you
trace
the curves
beneath you.

But under those sheets
is the knowledge
that nothing will -
Nothing can
come between us.

Not tonight.

NOTHING else in this song-only your face.
Nothing else here-only your drinking, night-gray eyes.
  
The pier runs into the lake straight as a rifle barrel.
I stand on the pier and sing how I know you mornings.
It is not your eyes, your face, I remember.
It is not your dancing, race-horse feet.
It is something else I remember you for on the pier mornings.
  
Your hands are sweeter than nut-brown bread when you touch me.
Your shoulder brushes my arm-a south-west wind crosses the pier.
I forget your hands and your shoulder and I say again:
  
Nothing else in this song-only your face.
Nothing else here-only your drinking, night-gray eyes.