I watched you,
for quite some time,
as you looked back at me.

You grabbed my hand,
and you gave it a long kiss,
but I realized that it was a kiss farewell.

Your lips were so gentle,
and I never noticed this before,
but it was too late, as you walked out the door.

I saw you,
standing there silently,  
but I never watched for long.

You watched me,
as I babbled nonsense,
and you called me beautiful.

I turned to kiss you,
but you were no longer there,
as a mystery filled me and soon began to bloom.

Need a storm
Or something less futile,,
A symphony of rain
Pouring down on me again
And again, until I'm drenched,
And the sun sends a glare;
Blinding me,
Binding me
To a frozen state of thought
Where you are a bird
And I've got you caught..
Need a cage
Or something to use
To keep out the bad
And lock you up, surely,
But silently;
Crept before wept,
Into mornings of mourning,
When I decide it's time
To open your door,,
Which you've already kicked,
And bit, and spit,
So I let you go,
And I watch you fly,
And once again,
He is him --
And I am I --
I'll catch another soon,
But it's the same every time
Need another storm,
Or maybe a monsoon..
To wash away
What happened here, at noon

, Because I am not done with you;
I want you so bad,
But the timing is not right:
But through the years of hibernation
of my soul and yours,
I must continue to lust
So many fish in this sea..
So do not take it wrong;
Do not take it personal;
You are still my favorite flower.
Just wait for me;
Some day, I will be done hurting everyone else,
And I will make my way to you.

I was walking;
Then, I ran.

No man's love
sails her ship.

These crooked focals
guide my way.

It's something green
and quite obscene.

Are you a brush for my golden hair,
or a sharp dagger - so rare?;
Small pinches of my skin stand up,
in applauds, for your arrival,
but the question of survival still remains:
A swift sea? Or an endless night?
Something in between?
I am no owl, but I can see in the dark.
I am no dog, but I'll run if you strike.
Watch as the sun fades, then grows again.
It shrinks as the light fills me, so warm.
Can we share?; Can we love,
with an endless melody, rather than
an excerpt of being?
Whether yin or yang, I still see the air between.
Is it just you, or only me?
Be my daggerbrush,
because my hair still needs to be cut
after some time --
So, keep me in line,
and I'll look after you, truly.