woke up this morning
to clean snow
falling on my fingers
and my cigarette
and thoughts of you
i wish you could just as simply
brush from my shoulders.

all i could give him
was a tiny band-aid for
a big gunshot wound.

here's one for you darling.
the splash of your tongue against mine-
the splash of your tongue against mine,
melting me like a sugar cube.
falling asleep in your eyes like water beds.
You said "I think I'm developing
feelings for you."
And all I heard was
"Kiss me again. Kiss me again.
You look so beautiful,
and my body is screaming for
your tender hands
against me."
But all I could say is"oh no,"
oh no,
what have I gotten myself into.
The splash of your tongue against mine.
The splash of your tongue against mine.
Melting me
like a
sugar
cube.

i am insatiable.
yes, with passion,
and with ***,
and with you crush of your lips against mine.
like waves on the bluffs.
but i am embarrassed to admit,
what i crave more than anything,
is simply the x, y, and z
of who you are
and who you could be
to me.

how soon is too soon,
when can he see what I've done
to my pale, frail, thighs?

been thinking about you, piano man.
I would stay up to talk to you,
four timezones away,
so late that the dusk would
kiss
the dawns light.
I'm trying to let it go though,
all those "what would of been" thoughts.
I had my closure.
But even though it's been
three years,
I still remember the ocean breeze
on your lips.
Awkward and innocent.
Like you used to be.
Now you're all walls
and no doors.
And although I know there's no,
"maybe one day,"
you'll live in the capillaries in my body,
in the scars I showed you first.

he traced my curves with
educated finger tips.
fueled with lost passion.