i tried. i did.
ran out of words.
drained.
so...

Take my face
between your palms
look into my eyes
and read me
let my mind imprint yours
emblazen you with  
naughty, loving thoughts
let the steam curl
up into your brain
get you high
Put your lips
on me
give me words
from your tongue
let me write on your skin
with mine
Embolden me
let the light from your
poet's eyes
inject and trip my mind

Then, knowing I am yours
feeling sure

Release me
Let me run
Let me shed inhibitions to the wind
Let them fly
As streamers of light
For I am blessed, today
I feel the power
of that untamed force
within

Madmen and lovers have such seething brains
Inspired and insipid they feel their pains
Madmen, their imagination bleeding into fact
Lovers, past the point of no turning back
Inspired to create anew
Insipid in what they are required to do
Madmen and lovers dream the same dreams
They know nothing is as it seems

As I read your poetry
I wonder if it's true
Do the demons that help in rhyme
Really have a hold of you

And is the one you say you love
Not returning you the favor
In the poems that you pen
Is this all your life's behavior

Does your father really raise his fist
While your mother screams
As alcohol flows freely in your life
Or is it just poetry

Are you on the verge of suicide
And do you truly cut yourself
Do you feel that worthless in your life
Is what you write a cry for help

As I read your poetry
It often sets me off to wonder
Do you write about yourself
Or do you write about another

Its the things I cannot explain and never want to.
They hold a meaning beyond my compression.
And that makes me wonder like a child wonders where the sun goes at night.
I use to think the sun hid somewhere deep within a shadowy forest.
And that the wind came from the trees as the leaves would somehow fan the natural air around us.  
I use to think that after the number 10 there were shapes rather than new numbers.  
It was just the way my child mind thought without being taught.
I use to think radio signals came from the electric poles we passed by as we drove down the road.
I once found a red rock in the grass.  I took it to my room and just marveled over it.
I saw that it was and endless universe.
And to somewhat explain that I thought of looking at it with a microscope.
To see its surface magnified by 1000 times.
And then 10,000 times.
And then come to realize that there is no ending to numbers.
Thus everything is numbers.
And it will never end!