You saved me in your moms car the other day
holding my hand just in time to stop tears exploding out from my eyes. Because I'm very claustrophobic and I ******* hate small Hondas.

You let me hold you when we watched Steel Magnolias with your mom crying in the back saying Im sorry I walked in on your movie, I'm such a cryer.

We went into your room to listen to vinyl and even though it wasn't what I expected, I love it all.

You answered all my questions about things in your room, and showed me your best fiends angry poetry on your wall.

You answered every question as if every item was a priceless  antiquity, even the bottle of Mardi Gras beads and how you watched a documentary about the people in factories who made them, and how you just can't bring yourself to throw them away.

I don't even know if this is a poem but I'll put it up anyway. It may not be poetic but ever word that passes your lips it's Hemingway and Emerson to me.

You were laying naked next me.

On your stomach.

Strands of fire falling in front of your eyes.

You were looking at me with eyes full of impossiblebeautiful things.

Your look told me that you are mine, that you trust me.

The energy flowing between our bodies made me feel like we could love each other free if we wanted to.

And not free like it costs nothing because it certainly will, but free like a mountain breeze.

I traced a path with my fingers from the back of your legs, over your perfect *** and along the ridges of ribs.

I kissed you from your ankles to the top of your head, slowly pressing my flesh into yours.

I grabbed your wrists and pulled them close to you, pushed them under your chest.

I bit your ear softly and whispered your name.

I felt you tremble.

I told your shoulder a secret that you could feel in your bones.

I slid into you slowly as you moaned my name and raised your hips.

You twisted your wrist and locked fingers.

We were covered in moonlight and tangled in each other and we made love until it was impossible to tell where I ended and you began.

Every hour of every day,
In some clichéd way,
I think of you
At least twice.

I’m a friend,
I know.
You say it too much,
It chafes me raw.

Are you really that dense?  
Or maybe it’s a ruse,
A system you’ve devised
To keep me at bay,
Because you just don’t feel
The same way.

I’m crazy about you,
I admit,
If you saw me now,
You’d recognize the guilt,
Brightly scrawled across my face,
Like a neon sign:

The coffee, the talks, the long walks?
All excuses,
Preambles for profound, passionate *******,
That never materialized.

I don’t think it ever will.

Adieu!  Farewell my friend,  
I wish you all of life’s best,
I’ll cross the sea to forget you and rest,
Sail somewhere faraway,
Like Portugal or Paraguay.

Then,
On a lonely afternoon,
You’ll phone for yet
Another friendly talk,
Expecting me – your anchor, your rock,  
Steam will blow out your ears hissing:
‘She is missing!  She is missing!’

Will you sigh and say,
‘Ah!  My Love has gone away’?

Through the night I am scary.
The animals live within me,
Stirring and scrambling all throughout me.
I cast shadows here and there,
I howl in the wind.
I am the reason you are frightened.
You scurry at the site of me.


Daylight brings about a change,
The children run to me for protection.
I am a gorgeous site,
I reach high into the sky.
Flowers often grace me drafting sweetly.
I am a symbol of life.


Opposites exist in one,
One as dark as night, the other as bright as day.

Hours on end
I stare at the ceiling;
Final conclusion-
There is no meaning.
Perhaps it will fall;
Fall without meaning.
The walls will then laugh
As they all begin leaning
Then fall, fall;
Fall without meaning.

Trying so hard
to straighten things out,
straighten myself out.
to untie,
unravel,
untangle.
all of the knots
in my stomach and
in my chest.
Life
is always leaving me a mess
leaving me broken
leaving me tired.
I'm sick of trying
to untie,
unravel,
untangle.
all of these
stupid
knots.