i will never be
truly yours
but for that moment
your hair is warmed
by a checkered sun
and the courage is
easy in my body
like the summer doe
gliding to pine's edge
nose dipped to pond
tasting the words
before you speak
i will never be
as young

If you were a poet
and I the words,
would you wrap me in metaphors
to keep me warm?
Would you sprinkle my edges
with hope and love?
Would you warn me when judgment
comes far too strong?
Would you claim my existence
to those who abhor?
Would you flaunt me in cultures
all over the world?
Would you edit my errors
to hide my faults?
Would you give me syllables
of beautiful awe?

Would you twist me to fragments
of vengeful lust?
Would you scribble my ink
to darkened blood?
Would you tear through my home
and throw me away?
Would you burn my stanzas
to ash and ****?
Would you strip me naked
to bare my soul?
Would you forget the stories
you lost in my hold?
Would you laugh at the lines
between which you see?
Would you shadow the shivers
so eloquently?


Would you care for the letters
you etched into me?
Erase me?
Erase
Era
E

A delicate warm embrace
Kiss my heart
Freeze my tears
Dissolve my pain
Steal my seclusion
Feel my heart skip
Touch my vulnerability
Sooth my delicate soul
Let my spirit cuddle yours with love.
Wrap and restore me
In the softness of affection.

© Jl 2016

Wrapped in indifference
we drift away from our cares
Street sleek comes calling
on deaf doors

We caught the nighthawks
diving into eternity
as summer sweated around
the reckless youth

We would never die
and live forever
In defiance of the
North star

We swear an oath
to street sweets of
no where around
Youthful laughter of love

Those were the years
When we could not be defeated
Those were the years
before we were repleated

Everyone defied the rules
Everyone laughed at death
Now where are we
As I look , no one around

Long live the dreams
cut and drawn
of my youth
Let them gleam