**** you.

I want to love you,
I want to kiss you all over,
I want to coat your lips with my sugar.

But sadly Sweet Darling,
all of the imagery,
all of my creativity,
all of the imagination
in our entire universe
cannot,
cannot
bridge
the pheremone gap
that exists between us.

I dreamed I was blind.
Blind, and uncomfortable
With darkness.

Fingers blistered from
Feeling if the light
Was on.

Listening for something
Between the other somethings
That combine

To create the chord Night
Strums with its claw
While singing

To itself about
Morning,
Eyesight
And other unpleasant
Illuminators.

the yellow glow of the rising sun
gives me the gift of renewed hope
and gratitude for my breath and life
today

Cubicles are the best places
to dream, to dream about us.
In this boring location,
you are totally encapsulated,
hidden away,
lost in a dreamy state
& when the boss is not around,
out enjoying their own life,
I envision romantic evenings
at chic restaurant locations,
forgetting about
the hustle & bustle
with you.
You sitting pretty
across from me,
wearing your
most seductive dress
& using your sweetest
demeanor on me,
to devour me with
fine steak and Merlot.