We were two introverts
surrounded by an infestation
of the dipsomania and delight.
Ingested by white noise,
flashing lights
and sin,
we stood sheltered behind conservatism
and our cocktails.
This technophonic cave
was crammed with lascivious men
modeling their lavish kicks and threads
in pursuit of non-commitment.
With our backs pressed firmly
against our salutary wall,
we felt inviolable.

But then, you turned to me.

Your chandelier earrings exploded
the luminescence and trepidation
into a million particles,
and through the deafening roar
of pandemonium and decadence,
you offered a wink and said,
“Let’s dance.”

It's either the airline food or the thought of you that's making my heart win the marathon.
All I'm waiting for is the plane to melt through the clouds and wash the snow away,
because sometimes ten days is longer than that.

I belong somewhere
where the wind blows
but never too hard

where the leaves change
but never fall

where the rain comes
but never pours

where the trees grow
but not too tall

where the people laugh
but not too hard

where the smells are good
but not too strong

where the love is huge
but never runs out

I belong nowhere

there is no nowhere

-- it's where I am.

Tonight was better than most,
You were honest,
And so was I.

Weird thing is...
I'm happy.
Even though I don't know if you'll be there in the morning.
I was happy.

You saw through me.
You told me who I was, and who I am.
It was odd.
Wonderful.
But odd.

You held my hand and tried to talk sense to me.
I wanted to say yes.
But I'm not a liar.
I won't be okay.
But in the end... neither will you.

My confidence mask how I have none,
I don't enjoy my laugh,
I love tea,
I want to trust you'll catch me when you fall,
I want to write you a letter..........