I packed my bags and left a note, I'm headed for the moon. With luck tucked in my pocket, I'm bound to get there soon.

I've heard the moon was made of cheese, not the stinky kind. If there is a man up there, I won't leave him behind.

I know the sun could be a problem, my rockets old with rust. So I'll go at night instead, singing "to the moon or bust."

I have a plan you mustn't worry, It won't fall apart. With fairy dust and this old rocket, hope fills my once cracked heart.

Her soft Italian accent
Still haunts my dreams.
I did not know she was love.
Love had never called before.
Suddenly all I ever needed
dreamed of or wanted.
was here in my waking world.
She was soft and romantic.
In the half light of sleeping
I would watch over her.
A vigil to my gentle lover.
For her *******
Was as natural as breathing.
She held the promise
of her femininity
In everything she did.
She bore my children.
And gave me romance
until the day she died.
I did not understand
love until she taught me
With her sweetness
and tenderness.
Even in her resting place
The flowers turn towards her
feeling her warmth
even in death.
I do not need for love
to call on me again.
For love has been
and still lives in my heart.
I speak to her softly.
Each night in her native Italian
Addio, amore mio
Farewell my love.

ill always be fine with your eyes locked on mine

no one looks at me
like you do
no one takes my fingertips
and slips them between lips
to lick off my essence

no one knows me
like you do
no one takes me inside them
like a simple hymn
simply undressed

no one touches me
like you do
no one ever wanted to know me
no matter how I sat simply
but you do

no one wanted to know me
until you undressed me
now it simply comes down to
two words
*I Do

Imagine this:

We are in a car that is
plummeting over a cliff
after spinning through a guardrail
off an icy mountain road, and we know
that our time is hopeless
and about to end so
I stare at you intently while
the rocks below
come racing toward us.

Can you see the look on my face?

This is how I look at you
every morning
between 6:15 and 6:25,

10 minutes
of loving the gift of you
with my eyes,

as if I’m
about to lose you
and I need to sear your image
in my mind
so it will always be with me,

even in death.

I never take chances
I never make the first move

But for you, I'd do anything
And for me, you were not

I'm back where I started
Aching more than ever now

It just goes to show, life is not yours for the taking

And neither are you

being with you has taken everything out of me
i feel as if my soul has been capsized into the abyss that is you
swallowing me whole
leaving nothing left for myself to enjoy
my body trembles at the thought of you
first a contentment feeling of warmth
now shards splintering into my bones and heart leaving scars the size
        of windows--
windows that you have escaped from; leaving the pain stinging just a little bit more
there is a gaping hole in my chest
and your winds are blowing straight through
leaving nothing but pieces of you for my bare and broken hands to hold on to