Don't
Pretend
To like me.
Don't
You
Even try

You
Ask
Me
Why
I'm
Insecure

I say
"I don't know why."

But
Really
It's just
Guys like
You.

Playing with my heart.

I
Always
Labeled
You
'Bad news'

I knew it from the start.

Normal
Stupid
Guys
Like you
Mostly
Pass
Me
By.

Please
Don't
Pretend
To like
Me

Don't you
Even
Try.

You aren't good for me,
Or so they say
But as with the others before you,
I pay their warnings no attention.
I crave you with my every nerve
And you burn for me too.
I want to feel you on my lips,
Taste you on my tongue,
And breathe in your everything.
Feel the sensations you can bring
As my heart pumps harder
And my body tingles head to toe.
Then we are through,
So I leave you behind
Out of breath and
Still carrying your scent on my skin.
You've served your purpose.
My appetite is satisfied for now
But oh too soon I'll crave another.

“I wish that I could see the light,
before you put the blinds down
on the edge of night”

She packed an overnight bag
for her next day flight
back home to somewhere
where climate exists,
another girl from the Tennessee state, kissed.

Appalachian Mountain eyes
with summit mist
smokers eyes,
deep brown pupils
drowning among the whites of her eyes:

*it’s the eyes that I remember, as well as our last encounter in street-alley December.

I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
You're beautiful on the out and you're
Beautiful on the in
Beautiful
Like a sun kissed beach in the dead of winter,
Like a leech
I will shed you of your skin and **** you down to the ocean and encourage you to swim
Dive in.
Like Trey Songz, but you're sexier.
The *** will be messier
-because I'm so attracted to you
Linguistically attached to you-
Borderline infatuated
Suspended in poetic serenity.
I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
I want to worship you in places that God would surely tell me were unholy and forever-more my temple will be barricaded with sin
And I'll tell God,
Tonight, I am not Christian.
Tonight, I want to make devilishly passionate love to you
Tonight
You will feel my lips against your skin.

on the way back
met every man and his dog,
but leaden skies persisted
and the hills, up above,
got lost in the fog.

with a halo of snow,
just tipping the brim,
gray-clouds-tumble
and fall at the knee,
the limping limb, of
the deer stood in front
of me.

eyes of forests-yet-to-be-
discovered stayed in focus
not getting lost, nor twitching
for the frost nor
the freezing droplets that
cease to progress down
fur and neck.