Though we are not giants
We can reach across the world,
To touch the hearts of many
To step out and be bold

Did you know, as you see the pictures
They’re really peoples’ lives?
Not just faces; these children have
Real tears and real eyes

If we all can give a little
Our change can change the world,
One step at a time
We are nearing our goal

We can all make a difference
Greatness has no age or size,
It’s only what is in your heart,
That’s truly recognised

And though we are not giants
The world’s within our grasp,
For on each others’ shoulders
We can reach each others’ hearts

Make love to my whole self
Each molecule that makes me alive
Make love to my laughter
As your lips graze my stomach
Make love to my hurting places
Tenderly licking my wounds
Make love to my compassion
Hands gliding in discovery
Make love to my ideas and dreams
My body in surrender to you
And just as you have entered me
I have slipped inside of you
Passing through the blackness
in your eyes
Notice this
Feel me there
Don't let it cause you fear
Intimacy will heal us
And we won't be left the same

Once again I’ll blame the weather
that I can’t get it all together
and wrap the tethered, skimpy shawl
of concentration around my mind
Frustration penetrates in the wind
and chafes away with hourglass Time -
who falling tactless through the illusion
tries to
                         b
                             u                Me          
                           r                                  alive.
                     ­         y

My mind does not sleep through the night, the questions
have their before and after. This is the
after. I ask again if he was ever really here at all,
this is June
this is very nearly July
and I am colder now than I was last December on his
breath, that I could see wiggling
wanting to escape into me as a pillow would into a case.

My mind is full of his absence,
I think it grows every morning I wake up without
a moat of our bodies cut into my bed. We were only just
children playing house
without the need for plastic appliances and plates,
made linen from hair lockets, leave

seed marks on his skin. I ask again if it still remains
touched like an early ripened strawberry.
That was December,
was supposed to be, but I cannot trust a memory of my
head resting against the fabric of anyone’s jeans
because then it may be true
that he really loved me after all, and maybe he does still.

heavy home
disillusioned abode
home is heavy
and yet it has a sense of comfort
for these misplaced affections.
pillars white as the shame they
hide. stars bright as the days I've
tried.

i despise these symmetrical lines
they are not art
they are NOT ART
i want them off take them off why are they still
here
i want them gone////
this symmetry is unappealing
you are being the sluttiest *****, my dear.
everyone knows why you pull down your skirts.

nothing stays hidden for long.
/////

take me from schoolgirl
to lost soul to
sad little sack
in
30 seconds or
less.
don't slow down.
take me everywhere.

you want to feel thunder? well I have your
light show right here baby.
I have it right here. reach into my mouth
and grab what you please.
i will talk if you ask. i will tell you what
i can bring myself to say.
(i am still afraid of words)

remember that time when it got to be
too much for me
so you held me in your arms
on your bed
and told me stories that made
everything fade but made my heart pound
and my eyes burn and and and
it all exhausted my body
and it was like you had no regard
for
yourself
as long as i felt better
because i cried so hard and i was so grateful
for that release.

~I'm always here to make you cry~

The most romantic words I've ever heard.