how can I be just what you need?
soft words easily spoken fall out the ear eventual
gooey hugs make things sticky and sugarcoat what's real

what I need to be is
soil just right
for your flowers to grow in and thrive
you have to agree to take the knocks and life bruises
after all, everyone knows where the best compost comes from

(so glad to see you, my love)

to talk -- to reason -- to ask -- to grill --
to query -- to roast

but ilu.

I can feel you want to talk with me as much I do
yet we both hesitate
speechless genius turns out struggler
till sound can claim your voice
you're running circles in my head...... stop!

make up your mind what you want
I'm still ****** as hell at you for leaving me dry out so
do you think my silence means I agree?
no.

I'm quite mad at you, but I love you more
and the vase of flowers I give you, is yours
I've told you before, but you didn't catch it
I cannot turn my back on you, even when you tear speech away.

you are the one who holds high quality over my meager quantity
dense is your talent as is my head
I spread myself broad to ensure enough red carpet reaches wherever you step
enough softness for you to tread on

I know you don't need a place to fall
it's just you keep yourself in limbo for so long
you won't allow to fall
I will never hurt despite the arrows you shoot my way
you can't trust enough to believe that someone really cares

good to know you're fluid enough
glad to see you can pocket your ego for a while
great to find that I exist for you
for now, that is enough

until you find the red carpet again
beneath your feet

while I was sleeping
I dreamt of blood

let flounder in light of dawn
for five hours on end
give all view, ripped vellum
for five hours

blood sinks out ashen face
as eyes fall on proof
of inner sanctum

while I was sleeping
you slew deep and left

right, now awake
senses serve no function
in sudden tepid treacle
vigorous swirls of shark ridden words
cut jagged and abrupt
despondent clime

ouch

as I was waking
I smelt blood
mine

quite mad at me, you are
said I'm sorry and I care
please would you lift the heavy penalty
I feel barred from your kind graces
forgive a soul and give a break
please?

a pendulum swings too wide and clicks vicious out of time
low brooding in a sealed place that parochial visitors never find
beautiful burden of oval things in an old, worn basket
tartan rectangles neatly capped in your salvation drink
empty nest on a cool, summer's day offers some relief
four sets of foliage gives nice tunes for the little princess
ice chips clink hearty like ships in the dream tumbler
a friend revered turns fiend when eyes burn on horrid tiles
a plate cracks in down slide and ossified barracuda get split
a spooky reminder gets played slowly on a vintage turntable
once fine songs given for free to unwieldy strokes
round and round on the turning thing

and just like that, off you go, like a seal
on your flippers
away from here