How does a child of the night
embrace a child of the day
except when meeting at twilight
standing face to face
they know not what to say.

C r e a t e    t  s  u  n  a  m  i  s
u n d e r        m y             s k i n
b y   g h o s t i n g   f i n g e r t i p s
o n                m y             h i p s.

She was waiting. Silently trying to remain as still as possible on that busy sidewalk. As nameless faces brushed past her she wondered how anyone could be lonely surrounded by so many people. She tried to remember what she was waiting for. Then it started to rain. She stretched out her arms as far as she could and smiled widely. She had been waiting for the rain. She had been waiting to be cleansed; like kisses that fall willingly from the lips of a divine lover.

You fill the stories I keep repeating to myself in those quiet moments as I fall asleep at night. But no matter how many times I do, the imaginings pale in comparison to the blinding, vivid truth of you set in broad daylight.

Don’t get lost in yourself
Get lost in me
I can take the troubles you carry
I can take it if you let me.

Don’t offer me the world
You can’t afford it,
and I have my own.

A love letter written
with every step
in this dying city
over sidewalks
and broken pavements
I was searching
but did you even see me standing there?

After ten million years of solitude don’t you want to lay your head down somewhere soft? Living in reserve can be so exhausting, I know. But if reality only exists in the human mind, come take some comfort in mine.

And I stand in the rain
thankful for the thunder
yearning for the lighting,
at least the skies
still wish to kiss me.

I like it best
when we are sharing
quiet wordless
conversations.

Maybe every night
I cut myself
sleeping on the shards
of broken promises
you left on my bed.

It must be nice
the feeling
to be wanted
to be needed
to inspire such beauty
to inspire such chaos
I just hope that one day
someone will want me
the way that he clearly wants you.