Here I sit...
Same feeling again
Like a bittersweet memory.
I'm my own worst enemy
I wish I cared for someone
Like one shot too many;
My rush when I wake up...
I'm always the "other" boy:
Nothing special; I just love everyone.
Is It possible to feel so much you feel numb?
Where's my one and only gone?
Am I far away;
Floating on the waves?
Will someone reach out to me and
Make me feel like I'm home;
How frostbitten I have become
Like glass,
Like a sadness I cant repair alone.
In the dark I roam
Like a dim candle searching and
Yearning...
For someone to call my own.

Eyes are blue gleaming diamonds,
words concealing gold dust
are sealed between the lips
that avidly taste thunder,
expression of my hidden hunger.
Hands bind me closer til
rib cages say "No more"
Like nibs, nails on my back
write ****** verses direct,
forcing one to spread eagle
as the orchestration moves to crescendo
itinerant eyes emit sizzling light,
the cloud that engulfs , caresses every inch,
a bamboo grove in wind
dances whispering love, in many tunes,
tells one to lie under it's canopy, I submit,
hear my songs from a secret center,
eyes speak the lingo of  love, light spills
heart beats against heart, in mad frenzy,
we need no words any more.

Maybe....
maybe I am just like a white crayon.

Ignored and found useless to most, waiting for that one person who will use black paper, who will need me.