Take them away to a nights adventure.

Sometimes this feels like a hotel room,

It’s not mine, it’s yours,

You make that clear -

Clothes are yours,

and remenants of days gone by,

All strwen across the floor.

Watching you walk to the bathroom, half naked,

except for your underwear.

That homely feel of comfort in a foreign place

reminds me more and more

of hotal rooms,

As if each evening were a holiday,

a holiday at home,

But it’s your home and the climates warm,

Turn the light, shut the door,

And two books open

Side by side,

you’ve got your sleep to come,

I’ll stare out the window, thinking, life.

Your fan is the breeze of the medieranean, comfort,

Still dressed, rolled up sleeves,

It’s quiet I seek, not chatter,

Just enough hours to read

till the middle of the night frightens dawn awake

The next days light.

The shadows creep with comfort

round the light about the bed,

and honesty is rolled in thought.

That is silence, sitting,

Sitting between ease.

Slumber waits like docked ships waiting for sailors.

You said you’d have me in five years,
You knew how I young I was then
It’s been almost ten
That morning we lay there.. Perfectly honest
Perfectly naked
And we knew that that was the end
But those visions never ended
Those nights never stopped
In my thoughts we were tangled
Like lovers who knew no end
Sometimes All I remember are your stockings
Sometimes I remember You trying take a better position
To feel more stretched up against my chest
But, what I remember most is the light and the skin
The knowing before the night began
We knew what we were
Hoping that we might be more
Than the morning

Now I can only dream about you
You have become my lesson
The other world
Another place
Hope in a desperate time
The secret that life is cruel
And in its cruelty I am its fool

Last night I dreamt we lived together with my mother
I spurned you as we sat naked, your ******* perfects still
Your stomach relaxed as you sat on your knees
Half covered
In sheets
And to my mother you ran
Ignoring me
Avoiding me when, like in a ballet I followed you
Following my mistake
Desperate to correct
The mistake I made in those days of youth

The tragedy of reason
The foolish responsibilities we feel we have
To those other than ourselves
You were my lazy lover
A lover for whom and with whom I was too young
You flowed over me with your passion
My passion was yours to have
And I gave it to you like it was all I had
Now I have none
None for life but ornaments
Ornamnets who are the trophies of second place

It's not the rain
that makes my eyes wet.
It hasn't rained in forty days.
Nights are long and quiet.
The silence cuts to bone.

It wasn't rain that quenched the fire.
It hasn't rained in forty nights.
The well is dry... so am I.
Nights I sit in silence
while it rains.

r ~ 4/19/14

Tossing and turning
Heavy breathing,
Tears of frustration.

Screaming at my brain
To dismiss, erase, forget
All memories of you.

But it rebels
Like a stubborn teenager
It eyes me
In a huff, says,
"No!"
And proceeds to
Replay
Those moments
Over and over again.

My exasperation
Soon turns into
Sadness, despair, misery
Knowing that
It's all gone.

Forgetting you
Why can't it be easy?
Like how dried leaves
Are swept by the breeze
Into the river
And float away to
The point of no return.

Feeding myself
Thoughts of how
It's hopeless
Just doesn't work.

Fear of happiness.
Fear of distress.

Why are they so similar?
And why are you so familiar?

I won't run away,
if you tell me to stay.

I won't mind your habits,
I will love you to bits.

Please accept that you are beautiful.
And know that I am a complete fool

for you, alone.
Do you hear me moan?

And do you see me??
You have to believe me...

There is a symbol in my eyes,
wider than the skies.