won't you please...
tango to waltz
with me. jay walk jay dance jay skip down the street
with me. eat dessert before dinner
with me. color outside the lines
with me. eat with your elbows on the table
with me. speed through the yellow light
with me. divide infinity by zero 
with me. end your sentence with a preposition
with me. abandon convention
with me. just free yourself
with me.

It would be a lot easier
if you

weren't beautiful

Don't cry in the whisky baby
I am an alcoholic highlight reel
mostly made from concentrated
      words--
I'll quit when I'm ready
for all kinds of art
vibrating love venom,
and words like love--
         I can't seem to agree with authority.
My ankle indicates some sprain or tweak.

There's plenty of beer in the fridge,
I am not going to *** my pants ever again
like a **** and bottle of bourbon.
            Thanks, I'm full
but parents never cared.
The road is litered--
the marrow ****** from their veins everyday
and the gypsy whisper of "why are we?"
is in my heartbeat.
There it went, frolicking through the midnight sky
like a car wreck,
haunting, like the song "Scarborough Fair."

Her bones shake
from his earthquake
inside her core,
from the ache
of 'no more'.

He takes her shoulder
She shrugs it away
She won't let him
Hold her
Now that he won't
Stay

He can't tell her why
Why?
And doesn't realize
As she will realize
That's how her heart will die
*You can see it in her clouding eyes.

For no reason he starts screaming
Then begins to hit you
Shouting for no given purpose
He will begin to bite himself

It is then as nothing happened
He plays with an electronic game
Something then will disrupt him
So begins punching himself in the head

He will not wait his turn
Even when others are already speaking
So starts to bite himself once more
Shouting out threatening behaviour

You can never try to tell him off
It will only make him worse
He believes he is only allowed to shout
He will never understand what you say

The throwing of things will then commence
Showing you outrage and anger
Comes up and shouts in your face
Followed by slapping and hitting you

Then it will all suddenly stop
Begins talking nicely to you
Talking non-stop about his cars
He will then put them all in a line

Come and ask for a cuddle
Not even remember what just happened
For an hour or two he talks politely
You dare not try to change the subject

Never try to break his routine
For he will start swearing at you
Everything will start all over again
Because he will never understand change

He even hates his baby sister
Because he needs all the attention
He has no understanding of sharing
Or how to ever show fair play

He is locked away in his own world
Expects everyone to know what he is thinking
He can not even dress himself
But he has a perfect photographic memory

Others will never come to realise
They will only think the worst of him
They call him names behind his back
All because he is a little different

Autistic children may be a challenge
But remember, they are still children
All they need is understanding
So, will you love him?

copyright Chris Smith 2012
For children with Autism/Asperger's Syndrome

sitting in heavy silence, looking out into nothing, remembering the night i made your body shiver. imagining my fingers wrapped around your satin soft, cinnamon0n colored skin. grabbing on to every part of you. each hold inflamed with passion. as if every touch pleaded for the moment never to cease. my thoughts centered on the drop of sweat that trickled down your spine and nested in the small of your back. the intensity of your desire and pleasure transmitted by your moan on my ear. my hairs stand like a battalion of soldiers at attention. the way your lips seeped honey onto mine. how the moonlight penetrated the glass and made your hair shine and your eyes shimmer. but i will most certainly never forget how you looked steady upon me kissed me firmly and told me you loved me. —
that was long ago. but, i still feel it now when i close my eyes..

Maybe its too crazy, for this to work
Maybe we're just grasping at straws
Maybe I should have given in long ago
Maybe I should walk away

Finally listen to my brain
It's always been the obvious answer
but when I try
my feet feel cemented down

This repetition is horrible
but it seems to be never ending
and yet... when I had the chance
I couldn't end it

Did you know?
I have love
I have freedom
I have it all... Or so I thought

Than came you
I'm not even sure what this is
this feeling for you
is there a word

It's not love
yet its so much more than some teen crush
and yet so much less
now filled with curiosity

Maybe Its something new entirely
maybe its just my need to rebel
maybe the hot intimacy of the secrecy
yet I find myself unable to let it go

you say we can go back to being friends
you know your lying
Yet sometimes I wish
we stayed just friends

I know it be totally different
yet maybe when we talk
I wouldn't always be in fear
of your next attempt to end it

I miss it
when you trusted me
and I trusted you
and neither felt guilty about it

but there's no going back
and there's absolutely no going forward
there's just here and now
you and me