u look like david lynch
& i want to eat a turkey with you

maybe some birds have no friends,
while others just play baseball

trees remind me of myself
because i like to yell at the sky— aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

i have nothing against the sky,
i just want to love the pink under-sided clouds

and i want to eat a sidewalk with you
i want to sit on the sidewalk and remember the past

I was happy then.
i’m somewhat ok now

I met him one night in December...
close to Christmas Eve
When I walked in he had
candles lit and some
scotch for us to drink
His peepers are dark and squinty
His laugh is warm and lovely
His voice is satin spiked with honey
He drinks purple-graped-red-wine
He resembles Dionysos
Nature as a male
He works with cryptic messages
Amalgams and
his speach is a rainbow of
different languages
Could of sworn I've met this
man in some dreamy
distant place...
Palaces of concertos ringing
when I study his copper face
I had a restless wistfulness...
A particular soulful malnutrition
That eventually dissipated
in our bathtub conversation
I swear I would cross oceans
In the hope that we might
meet again
I understand he has a habit of
diving into fountains...
He dances with gypsies on
the street
Sometimes I fail to see how
someone as worldly as he
could like someone like me
I call when he runs by Vesuvius
I want his extra time
I always forget the 7 hour
time difference but...
when we talk it makes me smile

Whisper soft sins into my ear
The night can blanket us both
As we rise and fall onto eachother
With the stars dancing above us
To rejoice our secret reunion..
I forgot how much I missed your soft lips
And their taste on mine
As they mapped out deep secrets
Tracing my scars under the moonlight..
Unravel me with your deep dark eyes
A pool of brown ever so captivating.
Claim me as yours once again my love
As we breathe the same air
We'll dance together
Creating our own music
Forever locked away in the depths
Of our fated sheets
As the universe erupts
To acknowledge our doomed love..
Mark me as yours
As I lose myself in your scent
Burning tonight into memory
Hoping we'll meet again soon
For between the whispered words you left
There was still much left to be said...

Kiss me so deep
That I forget what it is to breathe...

Let me taste the sweet sins of your soft lips
Map out every inch of my bare skin
Let me get lost in the music
of your body against mine
Until the earth starts to shake and spin

Because if tonight's all we have
Then darling make me all yours
Don't think about the future and what's past

Because when the sun betrays us in the morning
This perfect illusion will disappear
Don't worry we both knew we wouldn't last

But if there's one thing I know for sure
It's the fact that I'll forever be marked yours
And the memories of you will keep me breathless.
So until we meet again, my poisonous old friend
Kiss me with your toxic lips once more

nothing so crude
as these words on the page
nothing so uncrafted
as the clarity of me in her eye
nothing more natural than
her comforts she fashions at the end of my day
she is still golden at the height of
the arch of her young song
still able write her path
but she remains here
for our summer day

my mind
lying like a black and white photograph
lost to the ages within her words of the day
nothing more beautiful
than the truth of her embrace
thin fabric of her dress
expresses the warmth of her skin
without losing the demure of her innocence

I wait here in the shade as
she plays in the sunlight
a song only her heart can know plays
idle my fingers spin romance
carefully wrought in silver and jade
cold metal reflecting brightly
smooth stone hard to warm
but as it lay in the sun
it becomes

nothing so uncrafted
as the clarity of me in her eye
nothing so bold as her rushing to my arms

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