the moon knows.

she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence.

the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him.

the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know.

didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret?

she is not the sun.

hey you guys,
the people over there
with the really sad eyes

would you like to go on
adventure with me
to the skies?

we will be as
high as the stars,
and travel to mars

we can unravel the
art within our hearts
and throw darts as
we ride in grocery store carts

we can forget the sadness
and the madness
that's going on
in the world

maybe this will only
last a day, or all the
way until may


so what do you say?
would you like to
go on this lovely
adventure with me?

I keep wondering if what I did was okay.
If it's okay for me to take so much of you
into my left hand, then my right hand and
squeeze, and feel two motherly dots in your centres.
I wonder if it's okay for me to grasp
at your smoothness so much, from head to toe,
**** to *******, heart to lips; and breathe
all over you: I'm scared
of it. I'm scared
                            of you,
of me,
            of us,
                       your moans,
          the dark,
my moans,
          the light,
          the day,
          the night.
It all frightens me, and I wonder if it's okay
to have suddenly grown up in the ludicrous
space of time it took to leave two obvious bruises
on your neck. I'm scared that your parents
will actually send you (back) to India but laugh
because I'm sure they won't- you applied foundation
to blot out my purple lust scars.
Love bites they call them.
                                               Love...
I'm wondering if what you did was okay.
If it's okay for you to take so much of me;
every non-penetrative, ridiculous, amateur
******, and every saliva strand. Every whisper
of afro-hair that falls out of your hand-combs,
and your tongue, which -my God- is now mine.
I said I picked you, I pick you, but here,
bodies somehow body,
you are me.
                       Innocence lost
is when a short skirt
represents a different type of freedom.
And my hands under there,
is my best worst decision yet.

Beyond gone is the girl you once knew.
Far in the past is the girl you think you see now.
No longer does she hold confidence,
Nor does she smile with veracity
She is not missing or hidden
She simply isn't  there any more.

I.
You never wrote a break up poem for your first love.
You never fell in love again & you never will.

II.
You never had a break up to write about with your second love.
It was slow, soft, a gentle falling apart, an easy descent into
whatever this is, whatever it means that you don't
acknowledge their eyes anymore you pretend you never
hear it when they laugh.

III.
You haven't talked in weeks but it's hitting you now;
someone who held you down on bed springs, someone who
held you in their arms at all.

IV.
You're mourning a death of
months ago.

One is for Love
        The other is for Pain

One is Forgiving
        the other is for Blame

One is Happy
         While the other is Troubled

Whatever happens to One
         The affect becomes Doubled
              

One plays the lute
           As the other beats a drum

One enjoys sweetness
          For the other will have none

One enjoys the ocean,
         while the other prefers the coast

One loves to listen
       while the other loves to boast
              


One has faith
         The other has themself

One is an open book
        While the other stays on the shelf


One loves to write
         The other loves to walk

One loves to sing
          As the other loves to talk


This life isn't balanced or even close to stable
When they both reach for the chips on the table

But both share something
that can never be changed or erased
The person standing between them
who knows how to look both ways.

I'm sick right now
Sickness of the mind
Wanting a way out
Not finding the time
Help me if you can hear these cries
Sometimes they're masked by the lies
Crying out I need you here
But when you come I whimper out in fear
Do I need someone who confuses my soul?
Someone I hate to want but can't seem to fight the pull
Pulling me where?
Down?
Will I fall or will my feet hit the ground?
Either way I'm yours
Through my fear I know this for sure
You will catch me if I fall
If I need help I know you'll be there for it all
These whimpers are for someone before
Someone who left a fragile heart sore
So forgive me when my mind is blinded by dark thoughts and unbearable  images of the past
This sickness that consumes me with fear will fade but I know my love for you will last

Thoughts of you dance through my head .
Micheal Jackson moon walking over
my heart.
Thoughts of you dance through my head
Tearing it ripping it apart.
Vivid
Silhouettes of you prancing around in my thoughts.
Send me into cardiovascular shock
Images of you
reflect
how you
Just
walked all over me
Like David Beckham
Playing for the world cup
Digging deep within my soul,
Soiled like a
New pair of cleats.