you kissed the moon
she kissed you too
that night was painted
black and blue

the world is dark
ah, but here she comes
a bright, floating orb
equally as beautiful as the sun

but love her tender,
even as the night goes by
never tear those golden eyes
from her place in the sky

yes, it is true
that the night will soon go
and the lovers will say goodbye
and their hearts will sink low

as sure as the sun rises,
so will she
that naive, florescent globe
hanging lightly over the sea

the world will once again
be painted black and blue
because you kissed the moon
and she kissed you too.

feeling your body next to mine
is still as exhilarating
as the first time
we were tangled in your sheets -
your hands slid down
my thighs
my breath was heavy and
hot against your neck
it was summer then
the nights were warm and sticky
and we ran about like hopeless fools
trying to take advantage of
our youth
now evenings grow crisp
i snuggle closer
stealing your warmth
you pull me in against your chest
listening to the steady beat
of your fragile
heart
sends chills down my spine
just like the first time.
tell me,
my handsome lover,
that even as the seasons change
you won’t let me go.

I found myself by your
old apartment. I remember
the first time I had trudged
up these stairs, the first time my hands
had touched the bronze ****
to open your front door. Being here,
again, was not the same.
You were not here.

I knocked on the front door, greeted
by your old roommate, who had
the same delightful grin plastered
on his bearded mouth. Shuffling my feet,
He invited me in.
The walls were bare, carefully decorated
with about a dozen records,
a few art pieces, and a large illuminated
OPEN sign. It looked different
than before when you were here.

I sat on the couch as he made me a cup
of coffee; I imagined you laying me
carefully on the stained, white couch.
What would it be like to look
into your eyes again? I want to see
if you could see through my eyes,
and if I could do the same. I let myself
onto your balcony to smoke a cigarette.
The smoke danced around my fingertips
as I leaned against the railing, and looked
over my shoulder, in the corner,
where I remember the first time
I wanted to kiss you.

A few years ago, at one of your
swanky parties, I was standing
on the balcony looking into the party
through the glass doors. You were
across the room, talking to a young woman
with a smile playing on your mouth.
You looked so completely engaged
in what she was saying, and your eyes gleamed
as you looked at her and touched
her softly. What would I have to do
to be that woman, so that
I may grasp your face
between my delicate hands and kiss you,
because of how beautiful you were.

As a bid your old roommate goodbye, I also
said goodbye to the building where I had fallen
for you.  Perhaps it is good that I did this,
so that I can let go of whatever I thought
we could have been.

It will always be you.
In the corners of my restless
mind, when I close my eyes,
and open them again.
You are a heart murmur
that taunts my waking day,
the inevitable gust of wind,
from the ocean to the shore.
A broken electrical socket
that I refuse to replace.

it’s been so long
that you’ve been gone
yet the electricity in your touch
has lingered inside of me
for much longer than our time spent apart.
and now,
you’re back again
with that same transcendentalist stride
holding the world in your hands
as if you were a god
and if you are to be so powerful
please, by all means
take my fate into your strong hands
and make me everything you need
create, in me
an everlasting love
with enough will to conquer galaxies
and enough hope
to save whatever is left
of this humanity.

the taste of your mouth
lingers on my lips,
taunting me with memories
of our bodies entangled in my bed sheets.
how am i supposed to forget
the static of your breath against my neck,
and my hands on your beating chest?
the places on my body
where your hands had touched
leaves a tingling that makes me
yearn for more.
i crave you.