I hope I never dance in a world
Where the sun doesn't say goodbye
By painting colors in the sky.
And my skin isn't my home.

I hope that I can forever feel
The ones I've loved
So our time doesn't feel rushed.
And I can see as far as my feet can take me.

Some nights I miss you like crazy. Some nights I wish I were dead.
    I miss the sound of you breathing. I can't get you out of my head.
I stared out the window this morning. I took down my pictures of you.
    I never thought that I'd be so lonely. I really ought to figure out what I'm going to do.
    The fire in your eyes that I love is gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    Where did we go?
    I heard you got another woman on the west end of the city. I bet you're happy now and you're life has changed for the better, but I bet she doesn't lay you down and whisper things that can make your body shiver.
    You're way past gone and there's no looking back from here. The fire
in my eyes has come and gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    This is your last song.
   I hate that I love you. I hate the way you say my name and I hate the way that I fell and I got so caught up in this moment, of what we couldn't be.
   You're the answers to my dreams and my reality. You're the answerto my dreams and reality.

   Come home to me.

He came to me
as if in a dream.
Manifest out of thin air
by time and life,
And pure desire itself.

I knew him
yet
it was the urge
to discover him
inch by inch
that drove me to
abandon all sense of
propriety.

I surrendered willfully
as he undressed me,
His hand firmly on my breast,
our lips sealed
in a continuous embrace
while hands and body
thirstily searched for skin to hold on to

I was in a daze,
savouring the moment
with a slight nervousness
unbecoming my usual self,
but appropriate for what
was taking place.

A long awaited affair,
fulfilled suddenly,
On short notice.

One night of abandon
In a hotel room
By the ocean
That lasted long after the day broke...

my mind is not mine I cannot see
I’m held within a cage of lost liberty
my days are not my own
them seem to be controlled
by people far too wealthy I'm told

my nights are filled with dreams
that warn of time fleeting
of heart ripped and torn
a body that longs to dance airborne
and move to express itself
with no one to approve or ignore

I look with admiration
at dolphins presentation
of joyous jumps and gleeful communication
and see their lives free of limitation
as a talisman of my renunciation

with closed eyes I lie still
and look behind to see all that fills
alone and all one
my chains are broken
and on the cliff edge
I jump
to be awoken

What the actual **** is happening?
I have no idea.
Play it cool.
Roll with it.
What?