.
          Lone dew,
          at the tip
          of a blade.
          Orphaned,
          by a cool night’s
          moon.

               Disappeared,
               quickly with
               intentions unread.
               Devoured,
               by the sun
               much too soon.

I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much

a kiss can heal
some kisses are cursed
ask Judas

the poet ambles along
taking in the delights
inhaling the morning
in a world gone awry
while others  huff and puff
to unknown destinations
on the highway to nowhere