Love* has got me under a curse,
And life without it is making it worse.
When you walked in the room, I heard the angels sing.
So I'm asking you for one thing:
Kiss me on the mouth and set me free,
But please don't bite me.

By looking into your eyes
I can feel you like hands
I understand what your needs demand
makes me want to change
and take a chance
view life from a different perspective
and make opportunity from circumstance

The smoke from our lungs
And incense that'd reduced to ashes
Drowned the room neck-high
With feathery, bleary tides.
My breathe stolen from
The pipe filled with cremated *****,
Collapsed my lungs, forcing them
To shrivel up like raisins.
Perhaps if I were to swim up,
Emerge through the waves,
I'd inhale a gasp of air
Then bob gently on the surface.
I'd set sail on my back
And let the opaque waters
Cradle me, rock me tenderly
And whisper cajoleries in my ear.
But at this moment, I'm ******
And like a stone
On the ocean floor,
I'll stay submerged.
So instead, I'll just watch
The light fixture's radiance
Dance along the surface
Of these smokey seas.
As if the sun's rays
Could reach down
And bless this
Basement.