You had just gone.
I heard your door close.
You'd touched my hair and smiled at me
And left
And I'd called after that you were beautiful,
That I meant it.
And when I'd heard the click,
The tears had started
And I'd let them come.
Crying over you feels like being saved.
I let my head fall back
As if basking in a summer rain
And eventually those tears brought me to my knees-
There is always a backlash, to feeling saved-
And I curled up as tight as I could on the floor
And- I don't know why I said it,
I never say things like this, never-
But I remember whispering very softly,
"I'm still here. Please know I'm still here.
Please come back out and check.
Please... I'm still here."
And a moment passed
In utter silence,
And I hauled myself off the ground,
Wiped away a good part of the tears,
Turned to the window to let the cold air kiss my face
And brace me for the walk back to my room

And I heard the door open.
No, it can't be...

You heard me.
You came back,
And took me in your arms,
And nobody
Has ever done that for me before.

If you were a bird
with a poetic brain
could draw your thoughts
needed no key or pen
poetry you could pour out
perched atop the tree
float them in the wind
on sky ink artistry!

none would know the bard
masked in bird’s face
dipping hand in rainbow
scribbling on cosmic space
but they would read your poems
on the blue canvas
hear your mind’s nuggets
in the wind’s rush!

if you could spread your wings
a bird a hidden bard
in each flap a magic rhyme
each flutter a glorious word
they wouldn’t know the poet at work
but once a while would stop
to marvel at the night’s mist
early morn’s dewdrop!

If I could, I would sit and just listen to your voice.
I find that when I remember my times with you
What hits me the most is just how every time you speak
I could listen for a thousand years.
I have this little dream,
It's silly,
But I have this dream that someday
We'll just lay down together,
And talk for hours.
And slowly I'll know you, the you nobody else sees,
And I could trace the planes of your face with my fingertips
And not be wondering if I'd ever get to look into your eyes again.
The danger is this-
I want you, oh, so much,
You hit me like electricity.
But I also love you in the simplest of ways,
In the most innocent, the purest, the least demanding.
I love you in such a way that I could sit and look at you
And never touch you
For hours and hours,
And be content, comforted, ecstatic, to hear your voice
And watch how the thoughts dance in your eyes.
I love you in a way that
I could just be with you.
Near you.
Just the simplest, easiest thing in the world.
I love you in BOTH ways,
And that is why you bring me to my knees.
I want your mind.
I want your body.
I want your soul.
But I don't want to own any of those.
I only want to touch them,
To show you how beautiful you are,
To adore you unabashedly and ask nothing,
Thrilled at anything I do receive.
That is the most dangerous kind of love in the world,
And I am addicted to the way it moves me.
I want to touch you,
Not only to pull you closer in lust
But to just feel that you are there at all,
Just simply to be near you.
Your nearness cures in me an emptiness I forget is there until it is banished,
And that is why when you pull away, I feel the tearing in my heart
Distinctly.
I just want to be... near you.
It is a craving that goes beyond distraction,
Beyond fascination or infatuation.
It keeps me up at night.
This is what I've always been missing.
This is what I search for every moment of my life:
You. In your entirety.

I know the eternity of midnight
where the days don't light the days and the night
stays tight against my wrinkling skin,and the only way out is the way you got in,but you can't find the way and you're lost,
so you stay.

And midnight never ends,this eternity wends its way slowly to your core,clambers clumsily in through each and every pore,and though you try to reach the sun,for some the sun will never come and here you stay,
Crumpled, where the night becomes the only way to live,
crumpled, where the night feeds on you,so you give,and
pleading silently for this eternity to end,
for one brief moment to pretend things will work out, but doubt assails you and you flail wildly,
childlike,sadly stuck
so you sit and **** your thumbs until eternity makes up its mind and comes,
whenever that may be.