I have danced
on the edge
for so long
I no longer
remember what it
feels like to
stand on secure
ground
I have
stood by the
cliffs of my
life, never leaping,
never flying, always
taunting the rock
below to make
me fall but
always keeping one
hand on the
branch beside me
I did not
realize that if
my support fell,
I would plummet
Now I am
older and I
realize I never
saw anything but
the mountains. I
learned nothing of
the climb to
the top. I
never explored but
stood safely at
the edge of
my life watching.

I want to
Write you love
Songs and see
These declarations of
Forever on a
Blank page but
Writing on napkins
In ***** diners
Has the same
Power of forever
As childish promises
Carved into the
Sand as the
Tide comes in
English is inadequate
As I search
For the words
That tell you
What I’ve always
Known – that nothing
Can be changed
We had no
Choice in forever
But I’m happy
Without freewill because
I am predestined
To wake in
A dream of
Your arms and
Sleep in the
Comforting relating of
Your form
I’m
Like a little
Girl and I
Could watch you
Each day with
New eyes and
Continue to be
Amazed – why am
I so lucky
And why don’t
You see the
Beauty in yourself?

I believed in
Love at first
Sight and then
You walked by
Again – I still
Can’t turn away

hauled away by
the chugging of
engines and a
rhythmic ****. I
am still within
three hundred miles
of your arms
not too far
at all but
far enough away
so that you
keep bubbling forward
in the tea
kettle that is
my mind. I
heat my thoughts
to a steady
boil and then
try to take
you off my
mind but alas!
you are stubborn
and I am
stuck as all
the increasing miles
stack upon themselves
I try to
distract myself with
story and song
but you don't
go away and
all I can
feel is the
rhythmic jerking of
three hundred miles

I've written the

lyrics of my

body along the

center of your

mind but I

still must ask

the question -

Where

does that leave

us now? You

still have my

poetry but all

I am left

with is a

vague recollection of

your touch seared

into my *****.

Long ago, my

words were the

knife slashing at

your soul but

now its the

knowledge of you

that rips across

dreams of you

My addiction to
you grows stronger
each day I
do not get
my fix - I
dream about your
flesh at night
and I dream
about your naked
form - I dream
about taking you
inside of me
and pulling from
you all that
you have to
give - my addiction
to you takes
over my mind
between each fix
that is your
flesh - you are
sweet and you
are a rush
it is one
step closer to
basking in the
glow of gods

I woke today
as sleep found
your eyes and
I molded my
image as dreams
took over your
mind. With a
painted face, I
travel about this
day and still
you sleep as
if the sun
was not up
and traveling across
the sky and
the world was
paused as you
wrestled with your
nocturnal musings. My
own dreams are
nothing more than
my fading memory,
their shimmer drying
up under a
hot July sun's
unrelenting glare. I
am a shell
of those desires
with painted skin
molded ******* and
withering pale flesh

In the heat

Of a midsummer

Night’s fantasy, you

Asked me if

You were enough

And I was

Too young, too

Foolish, too far

Gone to tell

You truthfully – your

Bounty was more

Than my deepest

Fantasies ever could

Create. Eighteen was

Too young to

Be honest about

What I wanted

But honesty has

A much better

Sound with three

Years of living,

*******, and dreaming

Behind me.

Now

You are nineteen,

Still too young

To be honest

And this heart

Breaking waltz plays

On. Cheerful melodies

Of emptiness, never

Changing, never ceasing,

Never moving forward.

We are trapped

By our age

And time will

Only tell how

This story will

Play out and

When its ending

Will come at

Last. How silly

I was to

Know that the

Promises we made

To each other’s

Flesh and the

Music we wrote

Across our faces

Were not to

Last forever – we

Each only know

Pieces of the

Song that made

Us complete but

Also completely miserable.

I keep looking

For the words

But somehow I

Know we only

Etched our lyrics

In your eyes

During that midsummer

Night’s fantasy heat.

I wept in
Your arms tonight
And as the
Tears ripped from
The place I
Tried to hide
Them, I found
Comfort in your
Touch, the familiar
Smell of your
Skin
I never
Cried in front
Of you before
Not like this
It was never
Something so raw
And vulnerable until
You saw it
In me tonight
It was always
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of flesh
But my body
Remembers far better
Than my mind
And it was
Only a matter
Of kisses before
My form dredged
These memories, these
Mistakes out of
My body’s history

I need to
speak, to let
my voice burst
forth in the
twenty four inches
between us. There
is only silence
as I write,
as you read,
as we both
ignore the elephant
that sits with
us. You have
said nothing and
your silence screams
at me. Your
eyes are clear,
sharp blue against
the white while
my own pools
of hazel are
hazy with tears.
I want to
be touched. I
want to find
comfort from your
skin. I want
to feel your
breath against my
ear as your
lips promise our
survival. All I
want is to
show you just
how good for
you I can
be - let me
have you for
just one moment.