I'd love to love you
and hold
your hand.
We could
pick sunflowers and
I'd put them
in your hair
while you made faces
at the sun.
We'd crunch
through orange leaves
and rub red
noses together
to keep
warm.
I'd make you
hot chocolate
and wrap you up
in my heaviest
quilt under the stars,
and in the
morning
we'd find ourselves
wound up
tightly
and so very content.
But only if you'd
let me love you.

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

I feel unhappy I feel so sad
I lost the best friend I ever had
He was my man I loved him so
But it's to late I have let him go
We shared each moment, we shared each day
In love together we thought we'd stay
But soon the world had its evil way
My heart was blinded, my love went astray
It took to long to realize
Still I can hear his last goodbyes
Now all my days are filled with tears
Wish I could go back and change those years

Syllables beating, like your heart,
bringing the poem to life.


the rythym of your words
guides my hands down your body
like the rythym of  a poem would guide my eyes down a page.

my eyes search your face for the plot,
the story...
the reason,
for this moment.

Your sentences twirling around my body,
wrapping themselves around my unspeakable's.

I gasp.
exhale.

you're inside me,
you're thoughts have temporarily invaded my once logical thinking.
we are. temporarily one.

I love a good poem.