cynical cindy,
so wary of love,
trying to salvage her independence,

clutching so tightly to her
sense-of-self,
afraid of slipping
away.

"though -
how happy can a girl be, really,
heralding a man?"

silly cindy,
always needing to know.

just give it a chance,
why don't'cha?

you're an anagram in my heart
and i don't care

as long as
you love me
tomorrow,

you ******.

i still got a glass full of wine
and a bundle of hope
towards
Marley's flames
being
just
hot enough

to
light
your ***
on fire.

and if that don't bring you
back to life

looks like
Merlot & I
are enjoying
a night
on the town.

who's rockin' the **** boat
this time around?

don't care.

i'm lost in the waves
of you rockin' my ocean -

causing that
commotion
of devotion
that i love so much -

the way you
harvest the flow
and demand
its cresting
is the rest
of why
i'll even be back
in the morning.

we got that
ebb & flow
action
reaction -
fantastic

then ****.
the split -
again?

shh...baby, be quiet

you know you love me
more than
any *******
either of us could
ever
dream to concoct.

so just tear it up
like i know you want to -

all that *******,
i mean.


unless.

you mean.

otherwise...?


i'm your fancy baby
waiting at the center of the night

to
bang around
town

or in bed
instead

wherever your head's
at daddy,

i'm there.

the timing's always right
this time -

i promise.

so let's endeavor
to do this
together
forever

or
whenever
comes after
that.

I can't even count
how many times
the sun has done
its shining thing
without me,

pouring down
its sunny rain
on my big ol'
black parade.

there's this weird dynamic
that tends to occur
when my lesser-than-vibrant
fanfare's in town,

with all its subtly pompous
pomply pomp  
blaming it all on
circumstance.

"Let's all gather 'round
this *****'s back
and lick the jelly
right off!"

(please!)

don't ask what my
'a little too loose'
head off my neck
is doing

peeking
wishfully

out from the darkness

rollin' around the p's in my mind

pathetically
snatching at my
poor, poor
soul -

a pity party
thrown for
one.

it's quite funny
really
how often
i forget
how silly black
looks

when it's sunny.

i've been craving
the sensation
of
satiation
in being

who i am
makes lesser sense
with each

overturned

rock
that leads to
an
epidemic

of revelations
and patience
in my wait for
illumination

on topics
i didn't even know
were relevant.

each endeavor
i meet
quietly
quaking
with
significance -

waiting
for it all
to be
realized,

each person
a character
vital
to an end
brooding
in
gestation.

i am a queen.
a seductress.
a coyote in the darkness.

a healer.
a guide.

a friend.

i am a person
unaffected
by the world
of
labels,

living within
this all
but
without.

--

it's a charming game,
a sweet, sweet dream,
this life thing,
gifted to us.

takin' it
one step
at a time
with each
step
more alive,

and
to think,

yesterday
i spent sleeping

through it
all.

Shards and candlewax,
ache in my belly,

I am
lost in the looks
of the
transient.

You're a crazy person,

with your backwards
feet
that keep
finding their lost way
to

me -

an iron-wrought
Stubbornist
with morals
galore,
full of

delightfully
annoying
complexes.

You're genuinely
insane
the way you
brush off your pain
and slide your
arms
around me
anyway,

or

how you
ridiculously
forget
the soft spot
i hit
by the time
the silence
takes over.

One look in
your eyes,

the sound of
your sighs,

the signs,
my love,
are there.

You're a crazy person,
indeed,
to say that you
need

a person
like me

to love.

It might have been
the
old lasagna
that reminded me
I was happy -

at last.