My feeble attempts are no match
My firm grasps do better
Tonight would you like me to be rough or gentle?
Maybe even a mixture.
I’m good at that.
Bare skin, intoxicating aromas, and blackened bruises
My lips venture from knee to inner thigh
They take a trip farther between your pale legs until I reach my destination
Your nails in the back of my arm tell me I have arrived
A slow rise from your lower back that moves down your spine
That sound.  Oh my.  That glorious sound.
It isn’t much but it sends my sense reeling into a cataclysmic eruption of desire
Lust overtakes my sense of gentleness and your ribs make for a perfect target
Forgive me for the fingerprints I leave, for it was too hard to control myself
Profanities are my friend coming from your mouth as your hand slides carefully to my mangled hair
But careful is not your plan now is it?
Grab. Pull. Yank. Once again sending my senses into an unending ring of ecstasy
As you breathe in and your body flexes in and out I realize that we both have reached ******
I pause. You **** with a slight after-shock. Still grasping my arm. Nails dig deeper but soon relax
I lay motionless on top of your bare chest.  The most comforting place I’ve ever known
Feeling and hearing the heartbeat of my lover.

And then I awoke from my dream
Only to find myself alone
And ***** as ****

You said you'd come to tea
so I made a cake
chocolate sweet; maraschino filled;
girdled with a satin blue ribbon;
set out the prettiest plates;
hand painted with forget-me-nots.
And from the darkest corner of a drawer
found a single candle to celebrate the day.
I'd understand if you had 'phoned,
but now the chocolate lends a bitter taste
and even the despairing posies have given up all hope
as the candle's flame flickers my ever waiting shadow.

I am him. He is me.

I looked at him, wondered ---
Does he ever feel the same?
He has my eyes, my nose,
my lips, my hair,
everything from me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I touched him, he also touched me.
I talked, he also talked,
but I can't hear his voice.
He could predict my actions;
If I laugh, cry,
weep, and smile,
he always imitates me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

We are friends;
the truth and the lie.
Sometimes enemies;
but if I'll **** him, I'll die.
I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I am him. He is me.

If only we exchange worlds...

Each time you turn and walk away
I find myself searching
for the sunny days
I know
once ran through my veins.  
Until I wish
I could dip my fingers
into the places
where your teeth bit into my heart
once again.

I think of all those conversations
where I believed
that every shadow
lying on the floor
made our lives exciting.  
Like an ocean of wine
one drinks within a dream
full of memories,
capturing all
we have been fighting.

Reality seems to lie inside
everything I forget
about loving you
when it blends inside my heart
then hides.
And I can't tell
what is black or white
each time you walk away
and leave me feeling
only........
gray inside.

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Am I walking towards the dawn
Or the eternal night
Seeing my future
Set in stone
The path laid before me
My steps already made
I see the paths of others
Their predetermined fates
Some will rise while others fall
They are always walking
Towards their fate
Following the path blindly
Is this the point of life
To be told what to do
I see the answer
Ahead of me
I know what I am supposed to do
I try to break free
But chains just force me back
Fate won’t lose
I’ve seen my death
It happens now
The darkness grips
I’m pulled towards the eternal night
Nowhere to go
My mind is slipping
My legs won’t work
Nothing left
Before I’m gone
I look behind me
I see the face of Fate
A face carved out of stone
In its raspy voice it says
“This is you destiny
You have no choice,but to accept
Now goodbye”
Fate is gone
The darkness is closer
Swallowing me whole
With my final breath I whisper
“No
This isn’t my fate”
I fight
I break the chains
I break free
I take a step off the path
And find my own way in the darkness
I look behind
And Fate smirks

I'll see you,
When the rain comes pouring down.
I'll see you,
When the earth starts turning 'round.
Caught up in that hurricane,
All alone on the whirlwind train.
From now on,
We will never be the same.

Fragility combined,
Makes storm clouds in the mind.
Temporary lives,
Go flying on the breeze.
Coincidence is never, ever
What it seems.
No direction home,
To what once came before.

Like butterflies in the wind...

You make me feel like
my hands are not for
writing, typing, doing,
only for
holding, caressing, feeling.
And my arms are not for
opening, moving, driving
only for
hugging, holding, embracing.
And my legs are not for
walking, running, kicking
only for
being tangled up in yours.
And my lips are not for
eating, speaking, breathing
only for
kissing, kissing, kissing.
And my brain is not for
thinking, worrying, planning
only for
knowing that you are all I need.
And my heart is not for pumping blood
my heart is not for keeping me alive
my heart is only in my chest so that I can be in love with you
and you can be in love with me.
And the world
the universe
does not exist so that we can all play these little games with
money, land, power,
only so that we can
love, love, love
love, love, love.

They say that beauty may come and go
but I have seen death and have no faith to show
that once we die it lasts forever
and that's what makes life so **** clever.
For one day we will all rise again
with a story in our hearts
and a pen in our hand.

Every time I see you on campus
(which is every ******* day now)
I get absolutely frantic
I'm filled with sheer terror
and I start to panic.
My thoughts dart all around
my heart freezes up
all my organs forget how to function
and I fix my eyes to the ground
to be sure not to make accidental eye contact

and I'm a fool
because you walk right on by
more than likely unaffected
from what I can see
while I'm contemplating
moving to a different country.
some force of nature
clearly ******* hates me.