between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.

and suddenly
i can breathe again
tasked and *******
restricted in time
but you
eased that ache
one i didn’t know
was there

You say you want to know me ...

Lift my sleeve, a tattoo
Brush my face, some stubble
Sit in my car, hear grunge music
Listen carefully, I'm cursing
Smell my shirt, it's cigarettes
Read my journal, sadness

Be forewarned I'm Rough Around the Edges!