your sense of self control
is seductive
I long to dance in your
imagination
& drink with your
wit

you can place as many
cards as you want
in front
of me, baby
but I ain't ever played
the game
& I can never tell if
you're bluffing


its only when your skin
touches mine
that your walls seem
to fall


so let us seize the
moment
& pour ourselves
into the last
call

she would watch for you
while you were at
sea
tangled in the scratched
& forgotten mess of
CDs
you would leave past
the door

all that harmony
you were wishing for
plays in the back
of her head
& she becomes a
land-locked
siren
crying out in
melodies
for you to come
back home

the chaos has come to
collect her now
the dust surrounds in
thick black clouds
fueled by fury

& it creeps up her
spine
to whisper into her
ear
that all is lost to
Father Time
& she doesn't have a
prayer's chance
of ever keeping you
near

my mother insists
that I'm the reincarnation
of her mother
Marilyn
who passed away
sometime in the
70s

she sounds incredible in
stories
so its hard for me to
believe
yet we both have opened
our hearts to
everyone
& we feel in all the best and
worst dreams

she worried herself to
death, I think
but the woman was
crazy
with a heart of
gold
& had love so passionate and
powerful
the gods themselves
would tremble
in its wake



I'd like to think I'm going
to find peace
with my bed of
insecurities


I've the body of a
Taurus
& like Marilyn I've
the spirit of a
Pisces


I'd like to think that
"star-crossed"
is a real
thing



& when you see those
darkening
clouds



that you will
think of
me

sometime
you might catch me
dreaming in the
day
that you whisper
into my
ear


I never know what
you'll say
but oh, darling
how I long
to
hear

I could give you all
my bread
& my spine to
break
but you still prefer
the familiar
taste
of a sour breath that
leaves not much for any
sustenance

& so do
I

now all my words
are running
dry
you leave me with only
images of the
moments
that will not ever
be
& I can only
put so much of it
to paper
without the desire
to weep

I've become uninspired

where are you
tasteful
muse
?

I sat back in the
chair
within the midst
of the thick Floridian
atmosphere
that clung to my
skin
& stole my breath
away

the woman at the
spa
cleverly eviscerated
my tension
I was told to breathe
& close my eyes
as she put the tiny cool
cloth pieces over
them

"think of the
beach
wind through your
hair
feet against the warm
sand...

...now think of who
you're with

husband, friend, family..."

& for a while I was
there
completely alone on
Cocoa Beach
staring at the vast ocean
someone walks up
behind me
but it isn't anyone she
said it would be

it was you

& the ****** clever woman
gave us one minute alone
on that sandy shore
while the sun was setting
I tried to think of
things for us to talk about
but nothing came to
imagination

we stood there hand
in hand
& watched the deep
dark horizon


I can't remember the last time
I had felt so
at peace




I presume it was the best
minute
I never truly
spent

you can't know
the trouble that rests within
my heart

all the blank sheets of
paper
that I fear to
fill
you cannot know


& yet I am still so inclined to show
the love I keep
buried in between the curtains


save me for a
rainy day

save me from the
hurricane


its coming



so don't pretend
you haven't seen my
plight



my love
we are setting sail
on this night




& we can't afford
to ever look
back



you know
& I very well know



what we mean
with our second glances
& your arm around
my neck


I could have kissed you
if I dared
but I never step a inch forth
in the wilderness
unprepared