I inhale the faint smell of menthols and cheap cologne
I want to trace every ridge
Curve
And bump
Of your body
With my lips
Scratches chalk outline your back
Leaving red lines that mark my trust
When tears of passion
Fall from my pores
Just know
When you're in me
You're inside my head too

Hear each body cell speaking zen to the next one
result of self oblivious meditation opening-
numerous effulgent channels to sources of light in universe;
the meaning of the epithet, "jewel in the lotus" becomes evident,
body becomes all eyes and ears like that of a martial art expert's  in combat
(remember the chants immortal, the Guru's gift
that roused the coiled serpent  1)
soul, the essence, is liberated from all bonds,
limiting cycles of birth and death
stars on the firmament of inner sky is the brightest ever, rain light
"Aum" the cosmic hum, resounds sonorously  in the core of consciousness
life and death are words without any meaning in this state
liberation could never be expressed in words or by any other means
a never changing quietude dawns,  existence moves to a limitless space-
beyond dream in deep sleep and further to the realm of mysterious.
Existence becomes a reality eternal, beyond the three dimensional space
that state is an experience, now a moment is a millennium ,
gently slips in to cosmic consciousness, that swirls to envelop

I feel alone.
Where I go and how many people I'm with couldn't matter less,
when no truth of compassion is shown.
I feel like a piece of nothing.
I bite my inner cheek in hatred to those who cannot love,
until my mouth is frothing.
I know thats hypocritical
but I cant help feeling that the world is not the way it should be,
and that everyone is cynical;
kind of like me.
But somehow, im always that one
who cares too much,
that others leave with a loaded gun.
They dont even know how lonely I feel,
especially in a crowd.
Loneliness is my Achilles heel.

To my love,

I'm writing you this because I can't take it anymore. You are so perfect, and it's driving me crazy. Every time I see you I get butterflies, I have gotten to the point where I am now used to it..but I can't stop thinking about you. You're golden brown eyes, the way they look at me as I walk by you, or the way they sparkle perfectly in the sunlight. Your voice, which gives me such relief when I hear you. And your smile, I have never seen anything so handsome in my life. I think it's bad when I see you, but when you smile my heart drops. My heart goes into my stomach, and it beats faster then ever. The way your eyes squint when you smile, and your small but perfect little dimples. I have never felt about someone the way I feel about you. People say it's just my emotions, or that it's just a little crush..but if this is a crush, this is the longest crush I have ever had. At this point I don't feel as if this is a crush. You can't feel this passionately about a crush. I'm in love with you. I can't even explain how I feel about you my feelings are so bundled up and twisted. All I know is that when you kissed my cheek, I felt something inside of me that I have never felt before. When I see you with another girl, my heart breaks because I know someone can make you happier then I can. If only I could have you all to myself, to be able to kiss you whenever I want, I would give anything for. This may be just a phase, or hormones..but all I know is that I have never loved someone the way that I love you.

Along the shoreline
cigarettes and red wine my only company,
dry seaweed as stranded as me,
and yet.
I am surrounded by the sounds of the ocean and its waves and the crashing of the shingle,my spine begins to tingle and excitement builds inside me as I rush to write some poetry,
my only company.
Tide turning,stomach churning,bridge burning,more yearning and unlearning the past as the waters recede,
and like the ocean I need that respite from the constant.
I pour one more glass knowing that this time like all time will pass and await the return.

Two seconds pass between the moment,
I leave your driveway and the moment,
You text me "I miss you",
Two minutes before,
I miss you in my arms,
Two hours,
My mind starts to drift,
It is better to drift,
To set my mind free,
Allow the demons of my mind to escape,
To watch them tear down my world,
Rather than to realize that I can't see you,
It's been two days or is it two weeks,
Time doesn't seem to matter anymore,
The only perceptions I hold true,
Are the moments I'm with you,
The moments your gone,
And the moments when I realize that dreams come true,

I see your beautiful eyes,
I lay in bed next to you,
But sadly the last thing on my mind,
On a cold Saturday night,
Is,
Tomorrow I have to lose you,

Two seconds pass between the moment,
I leave your driveway and the moment,
You text me "I miss you",
Two minutes before,
I miss you in my arms,
Two hours,
My mind starts to drift,

Up and lead the dance of Fate!
Lift the song that mortals hate!
Tell what rights are ours on earth,
Over all of human birth.
Swift of foot to avenge are we!
He whose hands are clean and pure,
Naught our wrath to dread hath he;
Calm his cloudless days endure.
But the man that seeks to hide
Like him (1), his gore-bedewèd hands,
Witnesses to them that died,
The blood avengers at his side,
The Furies' troop forever stands.

O'er our victim come begin!
Come, the incantation sing,
Frantic all and maddening,
To the heart a brand of fire,
The Furies' hymn,
That which claims the senses dim,
Tuneless to the gentle lyre,
Withering the soul within.

The pride of all of human birth,
All glorious in the eye of day,
Dishonored slowly melts away,
Trod down and trampled to the earth,
Whene'er our dark-stoled troop advances,
Whene'er our feet lead on the dismal dances.

For light our footsteps are,
And perfect is our might,
Awful remembrances of guilt and crime,
Implacable to mortal prayer,
Far from the gods, unhonored, and heaven's light,
We hold our voiceless dwellings dread,
All unapproached by living or by dead.

What mortal feels not awe,
Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime,
Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,
Might never yet of its due honors fail,
Though 'neath the earth our realm in unsunned regions pale.

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.