I am jealous of your cigarette,
won't you place your lips against mine instead?
Inhale-
Exhale
A dance of rapid breaths.

I'm jealous of your cigarette,
of how delicately you seem to hold it
and yet never let it go until, of course,
it burns your fingers;
but I promise I'll never do such a thing as hurt you.

I am jealous of your cigarette,
of the aftertaste and the time it takes away from you,
of how you confide in the smoke in times of desperation.

I'll be here, your addiction,
you won't need to light me up;
and leave you a better taste.

I want to ******* against the wall
until you murmur my name like pleading to a saint.
On your knees begging the devil for release,
gasping, writhing, stripped of all formality-
we'll make the cold moon blush and hide.

I'll teach you sleep is not the only thing to succumb to
at night,
to measure time in breathless sighs and pray to
another God.

I want to have you,
until you forget your name and remember but mine.
Sweating in the night, bodies intertwined.
I'll let you eat from my red apple if you share yours with mine.

All that we are
The absorption
The explosion
Once a burning star

All the things to be absorbed
All the things to which we form

Everything we percieve
Ever have and ever will see
That beautiful thing energy

So proud should you be

Experiencing explosion
In the slowest slow-motion

I have finally discovered
The desire to avoid death

Always waiting
Wanting
An end
My life
I cared not
To defend

When the light shines bright
Turning away the night
Infinitely beautiful is the sight

I am at peace today
There is not a thing
That stands in my way

It is not about,
The energy we percieve.
It is all about,
The things we see.

At least,
In this reality.

Driving home at sunset,
I don't remember where I was coming from.
I keep seeing it, a brief image as I passed by,
A boy with a rusty old car,
parked on the side of the road,
Feeding the ducks in the pond small pieces of bread.  
I looked over for only a second and I don't know why but I felt so in love with him.
In my chest and in my stomach,
Like a thousand butterflies being released and  fluttering through my veins and circling my brain.
I just loved him so much and I'd never seen him before in my life.
I keep thinking about it again,
And again,
And again.
The boy feeding ducks and I just happened to pass by,
And I can't help but think that
Maybe I should have stopped to feed the ducks too.

Sometimes you cant do anything you sit there and watch your life as it where a musical with drama and music sometimes with sadness