My heart in a box
That you kept
On a shelf
The highest of them all
You locked it
You promised you would never
Need to open it again
You promised my heart would
Stay with you forever
So you threw
That key ever so far
It shone in the sun
As it sailed
So far into the
Never-ending blue
And landed without a sound
And disappeared beneath a blanket
Of water and became a treasure
Within the sea

The image might have improved

Had I not known

That the fantastical sparkling rain

Cascading into my hair and before my eyes

Was your heartfelt but sorry attempt

At fulfilling

A ****** childhood fantasy of mine.

Unto thee shall i deliver forth
the keys to my heart,
And the passcodes
to my soul,
So that you may gleam
of the golden unfettered love
that lay therein,
A hymn of love, eternal,
spreading its wings
from betwixt our chests,
Unto forever, for forever more
and until forever is no more.

we walk on the beach
as I reset myself
to your clock
I asked if you had
enough room for me
in your eyes
you responded
with a smile
"always"
and those two syllables
seem to stretch
longer than the ocean
on that foggy horizon
and though I can't count
the grains of sand
than run through our toes
on this vacant beach
I don't need a lighthouse
to find my way
into your heart
you whisper "let me in"
but you're already closer
than ever before
hands laced
let us use the waves
as blankets
let me make a home
in your sweatshirt and stubble
let me find refuge
in your burning eyes
and let us walk forever
on this infinite stretch
of bittersweet heaven

Pendulum hours spring slow forward
seasons swaying trigger festivals
and the dancing banners
on windy streets
spell sales
for slack jawed jugglers
eager to pedal wears to the weary
under the growing sun of a dieing season.
I am a beast in the cage of these streets
one way bars holding back barbarism.
My snarling is better suited for the trees
my guttural bark out car doors at street performers
better suited for stick beaten drum circles
spinning madly under the moon.
I lap from the sewer grates like a lost dog
too proud to die their like my hero
on a post above
to me
the raven quoth, what a bore.
Only men behind electric glass have seen me
on drunken nights
I confess my heart
and dance away my soul(s)
before their iron eye.
In this city I do not sleep
my heart glides to grassy groves
when my eyes close
to lock out the bright and unending
street lights that are suspending
my cowards heart above the darkness i still fear.
I am a child
take me to where the wild things are.