Red rain drifts through lazy winds
Whipping across smooth faces:
Pink with cold kisses.
Lingering warmth of parted heat
Laughter echoes off surrounding world
Smiles joyfully bright
Feelings drip like delicate lace
Tangible, vulnerable nonetheless
Carefully chosen words
Memories cast aside avoiding reality
Momentary hearts sweep icy skies
Tomorrow remade

Sating stains unrecognizable
dripping filth of first love gone
Insignificant swelling of power
We are human
Hungering for control over strong hold fear
Tangible in it's release
We are human
It moans to be sought by destroyers
We are human
Hypnotized by dances of mesmerizing flesh
patterns mangle until there are no more borders
sweeping over luscious ruins
we depart from entrapment and lightly fall
Silver gleams off malleable thoughts
We are human

His T-shirt
Is old

And has been washed so many times
The fabric is warn and bare
The letters advertising his favorite team are faded
And he said it had shrunk on the drying line

His T-shirt
Is silly

Because it comes just to the top of my knees
And hangs off my shoulders so that the seems
Where his broad chest would end
Are at my pointy elbows

His T-shirt
Is warm

Even on the coldest night because it is him
It has his happiness and his smile and it hugs me just like he did
And though it fits me all wrong and makes me look
So small

His T-shirt
Is memories

I hear that during night you lay
Awake and wish it was the day
And I hear that during morning's light
You wonder why it isn't night
These dreams they are a funny thing
They root inside your heart and sing
Of hopefulness that should have lost
It's path amongst your souls black frost
For years of winter's downy snow
Has taught that flame of hope to go
And I, the candle burning bright
Have come to save you from the night
But first, my dear, please tell me why
You should not listen to this lullaby
And, still with wick inside heart's ice
Should not let this fire slice
Away the nightmares and the dreams
For hope is not as lost as seems

Flames crept to the center
Of pages: torn. Written so long ago
That memories of that time
Begin to fade, like photographs,
Blurred around the edges. I find
I can no longer remember.
Some moments cling,
To the pages. They are woven into
The words. And for every word
That reminds my soul, a tear,
One so hypocritical in its existence
Rolls mockingly down my cheek.
Should I lift a hand to wipe away
The memories, surely that would be
Similar to admitting defeat. But,
To what? I always fought. Why?
Was it your smile? The trust I felt
I owed you? The simple way that I
Could lose my guard around you?
Could I ever leave you, the one who
Wrote so many memories into me?
I could not. No, but you could leave me.

Children
Are small and pretty,
Impressionable, and vulnerable.
I was a child, you
Were not.
And yet as a child I observed.
I knew.
All the terrible lonely things you
Have given to the world.
And I
Was a child.
All I could do was watch.

With a kiss

I will show the world
Every word I've been searching for
Every breath of
Wait for me
As your footsteps fell away from me
Every breath
That came a little late

With a kiss

I can take it back
Every bad thing I've done
Back to the beginning with no wrong
Or right
And all anything thing is is light
When the only walls we know
Are the walls that keep us alive

With a kiss

I can make the world
I can mold it and shape it to your face
Make the cherries taste as good as you
And the sun as bright
Because a kiss can change everything
Can bring the world to it's knees
And beg you please
Don't leave me

With a kiss