Zipper your arms around me,
and meld into my eyes.
Button your lips to mine,
and let me breathe in that autumn air
while I'm wrapped in you.

Slip your hands down my waist
while I crack a weathered smile.
Stitching your fingers through mine.
Let me know that all of this coldness that we've felt
is merely from the seasons.

Pressing your forehead to mine,
leaving everything the Summer held behind.
We're just two people,
crunching fallen leaves with our feet,
which echo the sounds of what we're
trying so hard to avoid.

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Do you know the bird?

Of course not. each
   updraft a soaring appreciation for
worldly things, textbook happiness
drowning distraction in a pond plump with water
lilies and tadpoles, sinking down to the
       dirt, belly raw on dizzy ground, feet
scrabbling for a safe touchdown, sure this day there
must be a rock or a tree trunk, some natural end to the in-
between where a bitter desperate aftertaste singes the mouth, certain
   nothing else will be known, that this sour tang is only to
remain on this tongue forever, no

asking you if you can relate is like expecting the sun to
rain down and openly weep itself out, quite
   impossible, come on - remember, you
must see clearly - here

comes the lift again, fondest flying above, fully
forgotten panic until winds falter once more

I know the bird.

Lesson 1:

Make her feel small, for the weak fear conflict.
Defend your honor, defend your words,
And make it clear; you will also defend her.
This will build trust, and trust is a must.

Warning;

This trap is a web which you must always keep spinning
If what you want in the end is to come out, winning.

Lesson 2:

Coax her into discussions which will turn to debate,
And do all that you can, to not have to relate.
Gather interesting facts and display all possible proof
So you prove every thing for her, except for the truth.
This is learning to create and display distractions,
Distractions are your savior.

This trap is a web which you must always keep spinning
If what you want in the end is to come out, winning.

Lesson 3:

Remember; she is never allowed to be right.
For if you give her the power of winning
She will feel she has the power to leave.
It is your job to keep her stuck,
And to take all that she has to offer,
while leaving her believing life is filled with bad luck.

Hint:

The difficulty in success lies, in your lies.
If she can read that you are lying, this trap will not succeed.
The trick is learning to tell lies, which no one else can read.

In lieu of making promises, let's
say there are some words that
refuse to be half-hearted

As the urge
for recognition
increases,
everything you do
begins to lose
meaning,
its sole purpose
being
to derive
gratification
from praise.
You no longer
write for yourself
but,
for the world,
like the courtesan
that dances
only to please
her patrons.
Pressure bears down
on you,
creativity
begins to pull away.
Benchmarks
and standards
restrict you.
You need
constant reminders
that there are
no rules,
that everything
can be challenged,
that it was
inquisition, which
wrought great changes
in the world,
that you are
the master
of yourself
and everyone else
can go
take a hike!

i lie awake thinking of you.
Numb with the emptiness of my soul.
i no longer cry, for that is weak.
no need to scream, no one to listin.
gotta stay strong.
no one can see my pain.
all i can think is....
why can't you love me?
why.....?