maybe
the burning in your chest
when you see something
that you’re not supposed to see
is the feeling
of a body
trying to fix
a broken heart
by cauterizing the wounds
it’ll still be broken
but at least you won’t
bleed out

I stood next to you
and listened to the lyrics
that always reminded me of you.
I stood next to you
but not with you.
I stood next to you
and felt your warmth
but it wasn’t for me.
I stood next to you
and could smell your skin
but it’s not skin i’ve touched
because you’re not mine
anymore.

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

When I was young
Someone had told me
Something existed
Called a Universal Clock

Even at the tender age
Of nine
I knew this clock
Wasn’t like the ones
We have on Earth
It wouldn’t be analog or digital
It wouldn’t have two
Or three hands
Counting down the hours
And minutes
And seconds

This clock consist of
Planets and
Suns
Rotating
Spinning
Revolving
Around one another
Forever

Time is mysterious
Sometimes we lost it
Sometimes we take it for granted
But what is time
Time is something that not even
A clock
Or planets
Or suns
Could tell us about

As humans,
We are made of stardust.
Our bones composed of the same materials of the sun.
Our skin cells identical to distant galaxies.
You are no different.
Although you are made up of particles comparable to those light years away,
I have found my home.
Every touch is like the Big Bang,
Making my atoms collide
And galaxies form.
Every kiss is a black hole,
Bringing me in closer,
And distorting time.

I am the moon.
Dark and lonely.
Everyone is resting
Minus a few sad souls.
They stay awake
In their despair
And visit with me.
I am awake
When the silent come to talk.

You are the sun.
Adored and exquisite.
You bring happiness
To those beneath you.
They bathe in your rays
In minuscule portions
And visit with their friends.
You are awake
When humanity is alive.

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display