i was in the mood for dancing, but i cannae dance,
17 and have rubber legs and concrete feet,
you 18 and dance a minstrel, jester treat.
we looked and got hooked on the sweet retreat
and home made sushi,
i danced anyway.
and stroked your hand, you told me a carefree whisper
and blew a raspberry, you are really tall and your
favourite pastime is sipping latte and reading,
do you like the ocean, the sea, the waves that wave at me
while cold air takes me anywhere but there and the fear
of feeling alone here, my dancing boy, annoy and freefall
into my arms.

your last feeling sweet and sour,
stealing the hour by that sneaky little ******,
safe in a wolves madness,
a clown to the left,
a fast food worker to the right,
an anecdote to laughter,
insane but sand to the happy ever after
and burned by unfaithfulness that portrays an actor,
hi ** to the world that you sometimes lose yourself
and a warm know it all grin, butter, bitter you know so little,
a handshake brittle and damp to the paradox ***** of a beauty
confused and uptight.

i was born with nothing
and i'll leave with nothing,
but baby i'll leave you my heart.

miss you.
more than a bird misses its warm cosy nest,
miss you more than the sky misses the clouds,
miss you more than a monkey misses a banana,
miss you more than a fish misses the ocean.

Yes, the catalyst.
I turned out to be a caricature of behan,
a small starter, echo
to a happy ever after,
a new beginning,
in the middle of a statuesque
comedy panic that waits on the
drive in saturday,
falls and follows and added on
potential to the carnage that
heartbreak hotel,
high five,
backpatting, handshakes in
quicksand they slow dance your thoughts
then swallow your resistance to a cupid mind numb
florescent kiss
eh another kiss to remember.
hindsight blind to madness, get into insight,
to real the reel for reel nonstop blindness.

i surrender to you
and tender like the night that whispers,
sweet dreams and kisses,
that set the fires alight,
that burn deep inside
to hold you is an honour
that keeps my soul afloat.

A caress so slow that it collides
and slides into a heartbeat,
so sweet,
no retreat or love that free falls to attention,
that kiss, that look,
a whisper that sets alight the fires burn
as we turn ready to attack
passion that explodes into body to body
and hearts beat as one,
the look of love my sweet, my sweet.