one day i'd like to love somebody
the way i love a poem.

the way it seems to curve itself around
its own edges, with calculated precision, and jump
from line
to line
like
marbles
falling in a pin-ball machine.

the way it seems to stand up for itself,
self-construct and de-construct the space
in which it floats,
like the clouds that hug the air around the ocean.

the way it leads a wish, like a dandelion seed, into the world
gently and blindly.
and bears on itself the weight
of so many
human
sorrows
yet rises from the ground a flower.

the way it's purpose sits like a ribbon
on a christmas present,
beautiful both open
and contained.

See within the broken glass, in hopes to catch a reflection. I place this mask upon my face, for the image of perfection.

This one hides in deeper shades, colors take on a different hue. The person that is really me, I sometimes crave you knew.

Rage is red across my face, it flashes only suddenly. If you knew what I harbored inside, our companionship would never be.

Regret and shame I tuck deep within, to you I can never show. It rips and claws at the corners of me, more then you could know.

I adore the way my skin looks with yours.
Milky white against your caramel complexion.
Soft is the touch of love,
Yet heated by passion.
Pink lips part to taste,
Flesh so desirable.
I'd like to press upon you,
Souls intertwined.
Breath and beating hearts become our own music.
Time is still,
Worries lost....
You Are my Only focus.
Gently tracing curves with the lightest of finger tips.
Pushing the hair back from my face, Eyes meet,
A gaze that's held with looking beyond what's visibly seen.
Love lacks the true form of my heart colliding with yours.