My throat burns with words I can not say
Songs I can not sing
Poems I can not write
Stuck between chaos and love
I can not begin to spit them out
With every breath I take
I can hear them heaving up
Creeping into my language
But I swallow them down roughly
They taste of your amorous eyes
Staring at me In the dark
My poetic heart
Only tears us further
So I silently hide my grief
And while my throat tingles with
Words unsaid
I watch your smile grow

The way tough butter melts on
a warm sizzling pan
-has nothing
on the tender warmth of
my solid heart after
her soft lips curl across her
beautiful face.
How is it, my love
that you make
my heart melt
and my mind go blank
as if miles don't exist,
and time could never catch us,
I can not wait to be next to you,
and watch your lips
as you watch me sizzle and
drain away into the pulsing cracks
of your heart
where I hope no matter how
hard you try
you can not
scrape
away the remanence of my
love
and my
soft tender words.

you stole the
                                                         smile
                                                        you once gave to me.