I lie awake with thoughts of you occupying my mind

And I know that dialing those ten familiar numbers would get you here in a matter of minutes because it’s only 2:04am and you rarely ever sleep before 3.

But I will forbid myself to pick up the phone

Because although I would love to feel safe and secure I know it will just make it harder in the end.

How can I be at home yet feeling so incredibly homesick?


I try again to remember blissful moments

Moments before things got complicated and stressful

Like when you traveled thousands of miles to meet my little brother.

Or when we danced at a country bar in a small town to music we didn’t even know and enjoyed the company of people twice our age.

Or memorizing each other’s orders at every café, breakfast bar and ice-cream shop we went to.


I try to remember occasions before the shadows of your past made constant appearance in your character,

And those very shadows caused the very arguments that broke the one thing I was sure couldn’t be broken.


Now it’s 2:12am and nothing’s changed,

Just another night spent obsessing over what used to be.


R.M.

There was a girl
who danced in the city that night,
that April 22nd,
all along the Charles River.
It was as if one hundred men were watching
or do I mean the one hundred eyes of God?
The yellow patches in the sycamores
glowed like miniature flashlights.
The shadows, the skin of them
were ice cubes that flashed
from the red dress to the roof.
Mile by mile along the Charles she danced
past the benches of lovers,
past the dogs ******* on the benches.
She had on a red, red dress
and there was a small rain
and she lifted her face to it
and thought it part of the river.
And cars and trucks went by
on Memorial Drive.
And the Harvard students in the brick
hallowed houses studied Sappho in cement rooms.
And this Sappho danced on the grass.
and danced and danced and danced.
It was a death dance.
The Larz Anderson bridge wore its lights
and many cars went by,
and a few students strolling under
their Coop umbrellas.
And a black man who asked this Sappho the time,
the time, as if her watch spoke.
Words were turning into grease,
and she said, "Why do you lie to me?"
And the waters of the Charles were beautiful,
sticking out in many colored tongues
and this strange Sappho knew she would enter the lights
and be lit by them and sink into them.
And how the end would come -
it had been foretold to her -
she would aspirate swallowing a fish,
going down with God's first creature
dancing all the way.

Our caress,
tightly pressed
chest to chest

“I love feeling
your heartbeat”
You’d tell me

Let me hear it again
so long it’s been
It makes my head spin

Recalling that day
you passed away.
When Forever wouldn’t stay

Did my heart quit?
Or is the rhythm just sh*t?

I tried opening up my arms
But no one felt my heart.
Does it still beat behind my guard?

I just don't feel anything
When you're not talking to me
And this forever isn't answering

We are inseparable by love
Insatiable by night
Holding you in my arms and kissing you
Is such a delight

Feeling your skin against mine
Is a feeling so divine
When i'm with you
There is no relevance of time
'Coz it just stops

When the moonlight pierces through the window and shines upon your **** form
It just makes my whole body go warm
I want to taste every inch of you
I hope you wanna do the same too

Your sweet lips
Your beautiful hips
They are all driving me crazy
Your beauty is surreal
Your *** appeal is unreal
What can i say?...
...I simply cannot help but sin
When i see your naked skin

Be careful whom you give your heart to

Unlike an object...the heart once broken

Cannot be glued back together