Cherry-pick your exposure
that you won't have to deal
with those parts of yourself
making you uncomfortable:

Keep running from the inside
if you so insist;
running in smaller circles,
I want to witness it:
faint from the dizziness.

(when icarus fell
did he have time
to cry out?  or did
he fall without
warning or grace?)

he tells me he is reaching
his breaking point
(and) he sighs,
(and) he looks away,
(and) i want to reach out to him
to touch his hand, shoulder,
knee

but i am afraid he will
shatter

i wish my hands didn't shake
every time you say my name,
but i am only
human

It's 4 AM and visions of you are keeping me awake.  
My mind is cluttered with thoughts I shouldn't be having...

I want to hold your hand in the backseat when my parents can't see.
I want to kiss that spot on your neck that I've been dying to.
I want to map out your body with only my fingertips.
I want my name spilling out of your mouth incoherently.
I need you.

Oh, please understand that when I said
"Stop..."
I really didn't mean it -- by no means did I mean it.
But I needed you to.
God knows what I would have done otherwise.

He was not one
For the big words
Or the grand gestures
Preferring instead

To keep it plain and simple
And connect with the mind and heart
Of the ordinary person
In the home or street.

He was not one
For the compound lie
Or double-dealing
Or pretend to have feeling

When the touch was cold
He would much rather
Open up the box
Of truth and fact

And lay it out
With the wordsmith’s tool
Upon the page
Of black and white

And with the final dot
End his fine write.