Fleeting sensuous-toughts of you
overtake me
at the most inopportune times,
like in the checkout line,
I think about your fineness,
how you love to greet me at the door
& hold yourself up like that,
against the wall for more
change she asks
& I stand there bewildered,
the cashier holding her arm out,
palm up,
for the correct dollar amount
of your love.

Your coffee tastes bitter
& the sun's not so bright,
you don't want to love,
you just want to fight.
There is no heart,
when the muse is over.

I want to run my fingers
through your flowing hair,
kiss your rosy cheeks
& savor your precious lips.
I just want to hold you close,
nothing else......well, maybe, not.

i demand
a certain
amount of
warmth
from every
body I lay
next to.

I eat it
Nothing is as much sweet

I drink it
Nothing has ever tasted like it
Not even the finest of wines

I inhale it
Nothing sustains like it
The purest form of oxygen.

I surf on it
Unimagined beauty
Not even the biggest tide

I fly on it
Higher than any pair if wings can take you
No even those of an eagle

I puke it
And I lick all of it
It taste as fresh as from the oven.

Nothing compares to poetry
Ask every poet
He/she will tell you same.

I loved being in love
I loved that giddy feeling I got when I talked to you
I loved the way my heart got all fluttery
I especially loved your smile
But, there are always the things that make you wonder
I didn't love the feeling I got staring at my phone for hours, waiting
I didn't love how my heart would get so heavy so fast, til I couldn't move and needed you to free me
I especially didn't love how I always felt you didn't care at all

That's why I'm using past tense
So I can get over this feeling faster
The thing I value most is freedom
But somehow you got me to chain myself
And you never meant to, I know
You never knew,
But I still need to break the chains
Because I've recently been discovering,
I deserve to be happy too

it's pouring rain outside and I'll I can think about is you

how if you were here

I would kiss you out there

in the pouring rain

until it stopped

I was unborn
when the psychodelic bus
left the station,
but I was told about the trip,
the wild flowers
& mystic smoke,
the electric music
that blew minds
& glass tubes.
I heard it was groovy,
that it moved hippie-souls
into a positive-karmic state,
a place I wished
we had stayed.

Shy look.
Dark grey eyes, same color as a rainy sky.
Full lips,
Full hips,
Full thighs.
Long hair; same color as sun rise.
Long nails; French tips, colored tequila sunrise.
High heels; 6'feet high.
Heartbreaker; broken hearts piled mile high.
Looking for attention,
From all the wrong guys.
Shaking her ***.
Laughing at his lies.
Just to fit in.
****** in.
Now, she's
Stuck
Ran out of luck
Barely hanging on to nothing.

I cannot feel you,
I only think I can.
I cannot kiss you,
I can only love you.
I want to.