My pen begs for paper
like I would reach for your hand,
to touch the white stretch of heaven
and feel suspended in what must be love.
Like ink my veins pump the fuel
that burns in my eyes and reflects in yours.

You hide behind sarcasm
and climb high into the branches of
your blooming wit, but
I see you blushing through your smile.
It rests upon the edge of paradise
and I want a taste of your bliss.

You make me want to believe
, that we could be pure if we try
and simultaneously throb for a devil's release
as I ache for your body, wrapped
around these hollow bones of mine.

Is it wrong to dream, when you tread my mind sore
in the golden hours of the day
you hang from my lashes,
and you turn to pitch black
and the moon and the stars-
you are the night that loves me
when you lull me to sleep
and the night that falls sudden
when the world turns me dry.

I write to create, to inspire...
I breath to live and love to breath...
But foremost I love living for your breath
that breathes fresh into these bones.
You inspire.
You create.
I love to live, but only-
for loving you.

my calloused hands shake as i run them down your ivory-colored arms.
i am afraid,
afraid that moving will cause you distress.
it's just that you are a ******* goddess among humans
and i want you to live your eternal life spotless.
you tell me to stop being so tense,
but i cannot be anything but.
i am weak and fragile, but i still remain in a constant state of cautiousness.
because i am glass and you are diamonds and i want to be scratched.
if i am shattered i want my last will and testament to be that i spent my last breath loving you,
and you loved me back.
for once in my life i feel like i have to be careful,
i've lived a long, reckless, life, trust me, darling,
and it's with not a girl, but a statue.
you're the earthly epitome of perfection and i am only human.

Have I ever compared you to the stars?
Have I ever described your eyes in ways that resemble constellations?
Talk to me about time.
Talk to me about the universe
in all ways that'll I'll never be able to understand.
Spin me around like a clock and take me back in time
to the days when stars shined brighter than these Jozi lights.

We don't have to say a word.
Make no noise, not a peep.
Let silence fill our ears.
Let the quiet take over the earth.
Let us float in this peace,
and enjoy the time we have together.

I know that I have to leave soon
and I know that stars don't burn forever,
but lay with me here on the ground.
We'll count sheep all night until
the sun greets us in the morning letting us now
that the night is dead and gone.

It's not my fault that I fell in love with the world in you.
I see so much life and you
and I think we should stay in this position forevermore.
We will never miss another darting star,
Whirling its way passed us breaking our silence just for a second.

your eyes, made to see the depths of me.
your ears, made to hear the thoughts i keep.
your hands, made to fit my dainty mold.
your lips, made to ******* sweetened soul.

I long to be the place you can put everything they know you need to survive - every secret, solitude, nervous prayer & be certain I'll keep it

you have bled a billion stars
your bones have galaxies instead of marrow
space and infinity live in your cells
you have the most beautiful anatomy
your thin skin pulses
almost glows
under the night sky
like you're trying to fly up with the dust
where you truly belong
you beautiful shining universe
fly away, baby
don't stay for us
you can bring light
to all
instead of being a steady beacon
holding up a flashlight to illuminate my sketchbook
I tried to draw you once
but I broke all the lead
your hair got stuck on the pages
and your eyes went dead in the gray
you couldn't move
and I didn't like it
(that paper was torn up
immediately)
I was so relieved to see you the next day
flesh and blood and bones and all
you are not a still universe
you are constantly expanding
your mostly invisible energy becoming more illuminated
I could not possibly understand how you came to be
there must be an epic love story
between two beautiful ancient gods
I would like to build a shrine to them
a temple to reach the skies
because you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen
it's a pleasure even saying "hello" to you
because your response is always an optimistic "hey how are you"
you tell me stories of faraway knights
and I listen
(I'd like to write the stories down someday
just in case)
you braid my hair with flowers
my favorites are sweet peas
and somehow you always smell like them
you smell like home
because you truly are my home
your embrace is my room
there is plenty to roam
but you're so beautiful all bottles up
because no one's quite discovered you
I'd like to pop the cork and propose a toast
to us
well, actually, to you
for you
and only you
I hope you find yourself someday, baby
and fly far away