lunar luminance lights his lucent lordly lair.
leaden legs languish lazily as he lay, laconic--
lexical loquaciousness long lost.
his latent lupine lust lignifies and lengthens,
longing lonesomely for his lovely limber lioness.
with lips of luxurious labial liquer,
and licks lapping like lashing lingual lightning,
liquifying his lavish lover, luscious lyrical lubrication.

you're my world, my sun, my sky,
my moon, my clouds, the reason why
i wake up, to start each day,
and watch these hours tick away.
for without you, the world'd seem,
like such a cruel and surreal dream,
without a point or cause or truth,
like some painful wisdom tooth,
which has no place but hurt and pains,
a world in which the mundane reigns,
but instead, now i've got you,
i've got a love, complete and true,
to keep afloat, as we both swim,
down life's river, through thick and thin,
just remember, these last words i write,
there is no need for fear or fright,
i love you, with all my heart,
we are perfect, a work of art.

your finger tips, they speak of days, they speak of places far away,
of lakes and lochs and fjords and bays, they speak what you're afraid to say.
they tell me much of what you fear, your need to be held close and near,
they tell me who you are my dear, they scream and yell and dance and cheer,
your finger tips they call to me, they drag me far far out to sea,
they show me who you want to be, and they do this all so silently.
this is why i miss your touch, it seems so simple but it's much,
much more than that, you are my crutch, that's why your hand i'll always clutch.

i would do most anything,
to have you here right now.
i'd gather up ten thousand monks,
and speak to them the tao.

i would trade the sun and moon
and all the blue-black skies,
to wake to you one time again,
and not once more arise.

for when we lay there side-by-side,
there's nothing quite as real.
to pass these weeks without you here
cuts wounds too deep to feel.

but when our bodies reconvene
and our hands do intertwine,
our minds and souls will do so too,
free at last to recombine.

out of landscapes frigid and wind-torn,
and from within ancient trees proudly time-worn,
for you this vernal season's born.

the bone-white blanket of snow liquefies,
and the deep, gray clouds quickly clear blue skies ,
at mere sight of your bright sparkling eyes.

you turn the soft damp dew of morning air
from moisture into perfume fragrant fair,
with a laugh and twist of silken dark-brown hair.

and as your smile spreads radiantly,
leaves on bough of cherry tree
arrange in squamous symphony.

i reach for the gum in my pocket.
pulling the package out, i see the pristine morsel,
for a few moments i just sit and stare.
my heart begins to pound,
my hands shaking slightly in the eerie silence.
i suddenly tear at the packaging,
fighting against plastic and foil.
as the piece is freed from its packaged prison,
i fumble with it awkwardly in my hands,
before putting it in my mouth.
i let out a sigh: peppermint exctasy.
a new feeling washes over me,
god i need her here.

we lay up on that hill for what seemed like years.
we could hear a train gliding over it's rusted tracks somewhere in the distance,
and the distant streetlights flickered slightly.
the darkness was penetrated only by silver-lined moonbeams.

her chest moved up and down slowly as she took each breath,
her hair smelled lightly of apricot shampoo,
her eyes still managed to sparkle in the surrounding black.

we spoke in hushed whispers,
afraid to upset the stillness of the night.

hours passed, and dawn slowly crept forth,
casting rays from behind the patchy clouds.
she turned and smiled to me,
as her eyes adjusted to new day's break.