what               do you taste like?
                        i wonder.
sweet,     i suppose, with maybe

a hint of orange: just enough.
                                                or…
spices,    intoxicating and rich
        on my tongue.
your lips                so soft and sweet
        press against mine
in
        my
                dreams.

I tell myself to stop looking for him.
He won't come. He won't come
But there's not much else to do when
I've reread my notes already again.
Besides, the song that fills my ears and head
begs me over and over "don't stop."
Even though my brain has thrown in the towel
my heart still drums a hopeful beat.
Stop churning, my stomach-
butterflies, be still!
He won't come. He won't come.
He won't come- yet.

Thou art beautiful because I love thee
Not because of eyes or smile
Thou art the true epitome
Of grace and pure lifestyle
Thy beauty is no fretful mask
That fades away with age
But full of love in which I bask
That man could never gauge
Thou art beautiful because I love thee
In this my eye is true
And thou dost turn more lovely
Because thou lov'st me too

It's only "what if," but O! what an if,
my dear, you have given to me.
Catapulting my spirit to fabulous heights
to float with white clouds and the like.
How often does dreaming turn into reality?
and so far, it's looking so good.
A spark in my eye that wasn't just there
sets off a grin in the crease of my mouth.
It's only "what if," but most marvellous if!
I take hold of the possible fast
and run with it only as much as I can
and collapse in joyful reverie.

The wind
caresses my cheek and
strokes my chin and
blows into my open smile,
wrapping itself around
my kitten's tongue.
It loves
as I love,
with playful dancing
around and around
the object of
its sweet affection--
me tonight.
I get sent on my way
with a gentle nudge
and with a smile
I acquiesce and
saunter swiftly home.

Your soul you can keep, but your heart is mine
(not that souls are for keeping, they go to the heavens
(or hells, as it were))
Your heart I shall steal, to replace with mine
To live with the heart of another beating in our bosoms
With my eyes I shall
        capture
        ensnare
        and seize
What I claim here and now is mine
                                                        But to be fair
I'll give to you an equal gift
Only slightly cracked&fixed;
Which you have rightly stolen for yourself
With naught but
        a look
        a smile
        a word
And yet have not laid your claim to
BUT
When I steal your heart with my
                        dangerous eyes
You'll have no choice but
to
take mine
too

Ah, the silent drops of dew
Resting on blades
Of ever-green grass
Soaking into my feet
Through layers of canvas and cotton

The sun is warm
Upon my rounded shoulders
Burning into the back
Of my oh-so-drowsy head
Setting my hair alight

O, the birdsong
Of a thousand different tunes
All juxtaposed as one
Filling the summer air
With the sound of silence lost