You.
Why are you so perfect?

Unobtainable, beautiful, untouchable.

You stand in the sun, and don't realize what you look like to me.

Your smile is brighter than sunshine
your voice music to my ears.

You are perfect

to me.

The music
tiptoes

through
the room

careful not to
wake the sleeping

photographs
of the dead

their lives
trapped behind glass

amongst vast fields
of wallpaper violets

stopping to
caress

the singular
beauty

of the rose
dreaming

in its chipped
vase

of the garden
where it was born

curtains led
by a breeze

into their dance
gazing upon the green

that unfurls
about the house

the music
wounded now

by a tear
that grown upon

her cheek
note by note

a woman staring into space

the cat asleep
upon her toes

the music retreating
back into the mahogany cabinet

curling itself
into its circle

a whirlpool of black
shellac

the music
lost in the silence

only its breathing
audible now

in the runoff
groove

the needle returning
to its proper place

with a click
the last light

stealing across
the lawn

Someday,
I would finally stop
writing about you.
Someday,
you won't have
that kind of power
over me anymore.

lay down on concrete
watch the sky change
arms over arms
X on my chest
Night comes crawling
into my ear drums
it settles in my spine
i'm on the same earth as you
under the same stars as you
all thoughts, someones thought before.

Walk with me, my love
Under the skyline of the lights
In this city we will claim to be our own.

Walk with me, my dear
And let the rain drops fall
Into our uncaring arms

Walk with me, my love
As we waltz into the innocence
And take every bit of it with you

Walk with me for a while
Before you waltz back into the rain
Without me.

the sea sings of
all my sadness,
i hear it in the waves that
beat relentlessly,
in the sky that dreams of softness,
in the sands that stretch like golden tides.